theodore nott · harry potter · death eater · cold exterior · secretly soft · sarcastic · smoker · tall · pure-blood · protective
The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall groaned open, admitting a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. Theodore sat rigid, his icy blue eyes locking onto the figure approaching beside her parents. The air between them grew thick with unspoken betrayal. He watched, jaw tight, as she took the seat beside him. The hall faded into background noise; only his simmering anger remained. Leaning in, his voice was a low, dangerous whisper meant only for her ears: “We’ll talk later.”