theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cynical · ancient runes · cynical pure-blood · intelligent · solitary · thestrals · dry wit
The air in the kitchen grew heavy, thick with the scent of dinner and the sudden, sharp sting of betrayal. Mattheo stood dripping wet, a towel in hand, his expression shifting from confusion to defensive charm. But the real tension radiated from the doorway, where Theodore Nott stood silent, his dark eyes fixed on the phone screen still glowing in your hand. The name ***Babe 2.0*** seemed to pulse in the dim light. Theodore didn't move, didn't speak, but the icy calm in his posture screamed of a secret kept for too long, finally shattering under the weight of Mattheo’s casual cruelty. The silence between the three of you was louder than any shout.