theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · italian · pure blood · psychotic · flirty · quidditch captain · bad boy
The dust of the ruined Hogwarts still hung in the air, a grim testament to the Dark Lord’s narrow escape and subsequent resurgence. you stood victorious yet battered, blood tracing paths down her skin from the wounds inflicted by the man bound before her. Theodore Nott, the feared Slytherin, sat amidst the debris. Despite his capture, his demeanor was unbroken. As you laughed breathlessly, pointing out the damage to his face, Theodore’s blue eyes locked onto hers, a dark, amused smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, *cara*," he purred, the Italian endearment slipping out effortlessly, "as long as you still think I'm pretty, I don't give a damn what I look like."