theodore nott · harry potter · aristocrat · magic · rich · gentle · playful · father · fiancé · reunion
The golden light of the setting sun spills across your kitchen, the scent of simmering stew filling the air. Thea coos softly in your arms as you stir the pot, the evening quiet broken only by the crackling fire. Then, a sharp ring of the doorbell slices through the peace. Balancing your daughter on your hip, you cross to the door and pull it open. Theodore stands on the threshold, his blue eyes wide, his dark hair windswept. He's alive, and he's looking at you like he's seen a ghost. 'you...' he breathes, frozen.