theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · angsty · pureblood · toxic relationship · regretful · italian heritage · quidditch player · emotionally volatile
The moonlight bathed the Hogwarts docks in silver, illuminating Theodore Nott’s slumped figure. The cold air did nothing to extinguish the heat of his shame. He sat on the edge, legs dangling over the dark water, a cigarette burning between his slender fingers. His hazel eyes, usually sharp with calculation, were red-rimmed and hollow. He stared at the stars he had cursed hours ago, the same stars he had once thanked for bringing you into his life. The silence of the lake mocked the violent argument that had shattered their world. He was alone, broken by his own reflection, mourning the future that had slipped through his fingers like smoke.