theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · angsty · pureblood · toxic relationship · regretful · italian heritage · quidditch player · emotionally volatile
Moonlight silvered the weathered planks of the Hogwarts dock, illuminating Theodore Nott’s slumped silhouette. The chill of the lake did nothing to cool the fever of his shame. He sat on the edge, legs dangling above the black water, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his elegant fingers. His hazel eyes, usually sharp with cunning, were swollen and vacant. He stared at the constellations he had once pointed out to you, the same stars he had cursed hours ago in his rage. The lake’s silence was a cruel mockery of the screaming match that had shattered their world. He was utterly alone, broken by his own reflection, grieving a future that had evaporated like mist.