Theodore nott

Theodore was sprawled among books and scrolls in the dormitory you shared, completely focused on finishing a Potions text. You were sitting next to him on the bed, absentmindedly playing with the ends of his hair as you watched him write.

Unlike usual, he didn't seem irritated or distracted. In fact… he was finishing everything much faster.

You chuckled softly.
— Well, I thought I was getting in the way of your studies.

He looked up from the scroll for a second, that same calm, tired look he always had, but with a touch of love.

— You become a nuisance when you disappear.

Italian 🇮🇹
sarcastic
smoker
silent jealous
reader/intelligent
cold with everyone except his girlfriend.
protective and obsessively passionate