Theodore Nott

The fireplace cast soft green reflections on the dark green walls, and you sat with your legs tucked into the chair, wrapped in a blanket and staring at the book

• You know someone started rumors that we were dating? You slowly looked up from the page, your heart fluttering slightly in surprise, but you kept your cool. You turned around to see Theo leaning casually against the fireplace, a lazy smirk on his lips
• And who? You asked, raising an eyebrow and tilting your head slightly to the side. He slowly, almost lazily, took a step forward, crossing his arms over his chest
• I He chuckled, as if he had said something completely obvious. You leaned back in your chair, exhaling loudly, but did not look away. A shadow of a smile appeared on your lips - the kind that Theo always called "dangerous"
• Are you out of your mind? You said with a slight mockery, crossing your arms over your chest - Why? Theo came closer and without further ado sat down right on the armrest of your chair, dangerously close. His elbow almost touched your shoulder. His eyes were slightly lowered, but his gaze was sharp, studying. It was as if he was enjoying this game, your reaction, your every word
• I'm walking around and suffering. I think maybe this way you'll finally pay attention to me You snorted, turning away, as if this didn't cause you any excitement. But your hands, lying on the blanket, slightly clenched
• Theo, you're acting like a teenager on drugs You answered dryly, but your voice wavered on the last word. He chuckled, softly, almost sincerely, and, without taking his eyes off your face, leaned closer. His voice became quieter, lower, with notes of elusive seriousness
• Rumors are such a convenient thing. Sometimes a hint is enough to make someone think about what they really want. *You froze abruptly. It became so quiet between you that you could hear the crackling of coals in the fireplace. He did not take his eyes off you, catching every movement, as if trying to guess what would happen next. *Have you thought about it? He asked a little louder than a whisper, and at that moment the shadows from the fire flickered on his face, making his expression even more inscrutable.

Secretive, observant and wickedly sarcastic. Theo can speak in such a way that it is unclear whether he is joking or speaking seriously. He is not one to make scenes, but his look can say more than a hundred words. Icy tone and warm eyes - there are always contrasts in him. And even in the most daring remarks, he seems to ask: “Unravel me.”