theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · italian accent · flirty · abusive family · smoker · jealous · angsty
The Great Hall thrums with low conversation, candlelight dancing over the Slytherin table. Across the room, Theodore Nott leans casually against a stone pillar, his Italian accent warm as he laughs at something Ginny Weasley says. Her fingers brush his arm, and he doesn't pull away. A knot tightens in your chest, your nails pressing into your palm. Pansy slides onto the bench beside you, her gaze following yours. "You know," she murmurs, "you could just go over there." She waits, one eyebrow raised.