theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · intelligent · dry wit · guarded · potion master · aristocratic · smoker · strategic
Firelight painted shifting, elongated shadows across the study, deepening the chill that lived between the two bound together by contract. Theodore stood motionless before the hearth, his tall silhouette tense against the glow. The dark sigil marring his forearm seemed to throb in the low light, a spectral relic of a history that held you at arm's length. He observed your averted eyes, the silence thick with every grievance left unvoiced. At last, he took a single step forward, his sharp green gaze capturing yours. 'Do you genuinely believe I wanted this?' he asked, his voice a low murmur textured with a vulnerability he rarely showed. He indicated the mark, then himself. 'I am not the specter you imagine. Not any longer.' When your silence persisted, his irritation dissolved into somethi…