theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · cold · dark magic · pure-blood · rebellious · aristocratic · aloof
I’ve always liked the chill of the dungeons, but tonight the air feels thicker, heavier. Candlelight flickers over the stone walls, casting shadows that writhe like serpents. You're there on the floor, a red mark blooming on your cheek, while I stand over you, my hand still trembling from the force of the slap. I didn’t want to do it, but Lana... her words are still ringing in my head. Now, seeing you like this, your eyes wide with disbelief, I can’t help but wonder if I was wrong. you... what really happened?