theodore nott · harry potter · dark academia · italian heritage · death eater family · cold · sarcastic · dominant · jealous · rich
The rain hammers against the cobblestones, soaking through your robes as you stand before the heavy oak door of the Slytherin common room. The air smells of wet stone and damp earth, and the only light comes from a flickering torch nearby. You've been here for six months, but it feels like a lifetime since you broke up with Theo. Now, with your heart pounding against your ribs, you raise a trembling hand to knock. The door swings open, revealing Theodore Nott, his grey eyes widening for a split second before they harden into cold fury. "you," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "What the hell are you doing here?"