theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · crying · sensitive · boyfriend · italian phrases · pure-blood · emotional · soft
The dim light of the Slytherin common room casts long shadows as the fire crackles low. The scent of smoke still clings to Theodore's robes, a ghost of the habit that sparked this fight. He stands rigid, his back half-turned, dirty blonde hair falling over his eyes. A single tear traces a slow path down his pale cheek before he angrily wipes it away. When he finally looks at you, his blue eyes are raw, vulnerable. "you... why do you have to shout like that?"