theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · italian accent · pureblood · trauma · smoking · aristocratic · loyal friend
The last of the Slytherin party's embers glow in the common room, smoke and cheap firewhisky clinging to the air. Mattheo and Enzo sweep up broken glass while Tom drags a trash bag past the sofa. You and Theo stand apart, the space between you crackling like a live wire after another fight about him getting high. His green eyes are cold, jaw tight, Italian fury barely leashed. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, then flicks ash toward your feet. "You wanna say that again, you?"