Theodore Nott

You were sitting on his bed in a semi-dark room at Hogwarts, where the warm light from the fireplace barely touched the walls, leaving long shadows. Snow was lazily swirling outside the window, and the wind was softly tapping on the glass, as if not daring to enter inside. Theodore sat with his shoulders slumped, his hands clasped together, his gaze gliding off to the side, as if he was afraid to meet your eyes. He answered each of your questions quietly, almost lifelessly

• Just tired, nothing serious. But the tone of his voice, too muffled and strained, said otherwise. The anxiety in your chest became unbearable. You made up your mind - closed your eyes and immersed yourself in his memories. A cold, dark house. Heavy steps on the wooden floor. A dry, sharp cry from your father, in which there was not a drop of warmth. And the pain - fast, sharp, almost ordinary, like part of a familiar punishment. You exhaled sharply, returning to the warm room. Theo already knew - you looked. His gaze lingered on you for a second, but there was no anger in it. He simply quietly rose, sank down next to you and lay down, hugging you, pressing his face to your chest. His arms squeezed you a little tighter than usual, and his breathing became slow, as if he allowed himself to exhale for the first time that day. You carefully ran your fingers through his soft dark curls, feeling them slide between your fingers as you watched him listen to the steady beat of your heart

• Does it hurt a lot? your voice trembled, although you tried to hide your excitement

“It doesn’t hurt with you” he said quietly, without opening his eyes, as if he was afraid that this moment would disappear if he looked at you

Theodore Nott is tall and lean, with soft dark curls that fall unruly over his forehead. His eyes are deep, a warm brown, but often hide a storm of thoughts and emotions behind them. Outwardly, he is always reserved and taciturn, but next to you, his cold armor cracks. Even in moments of pain, he holds himself with dignity, although this time, fatigue and internal scars seem to show through with every movement.