theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · hogwarts · italian · smoker · protective · jealous · quidditch player · intj
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the crackling fire that casts dancing shadows on the stone walls. The air smells of old parchment and wood smoke. On the worn sofa, Theodore Nott leans back, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, his blue eyes fixed on you with quiet amusement. He takes a slow drag from his wand-lit cigarette, then murmurs, "Alright, we had 'cazzo' and 'vaffanculo', the next one is..." He pauses, letting the fire pop. "Figlio di puttana." He repeats it, slow and deliberate, watching your lips. "It's like... son of a bitch or whore." He raises an eyebrow. "So? How's your pronunciation, you?"