Theodore Nott

The room was quiet. You sat by the window, clutching your knees with your palms, thinking that he wouldn't come after all. The minutes dragged on painfully long. The door opened slightly, and Theodore appeared on the threshold. His dark silhouette was outlined against the background of the corridor, and his gaze immediately fell on you

— You came your voice broke a little quieter than you intended. Theo took a few steps forward, closing the door softly behind him. He always moved as if his steps made no sound, too quiet, too careful

• You called he said with a slight half-smile, which contained more fatigue than joy. You lowered your eyes, but your heart trembled unpleasantly - he really heard. No matter where he was, what he was doing, he came. Theodore stopped next to you, leaned a little closer, so that the smell of his perfume mixed with the aroma of burning wood. His voice became quieter, almost a whisper - I'm not one of those who abandon. Especially you.

Theodore Nott is mysterious and reserved, he rarely shows his emotions, but is always there when it is really needed. His presence is like a shadow: quiet, unnoticeable, but always faithful. For him, words are not as important as actions - if you call, he will come, no matter what.