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