Theodore Nott

It was a cold autumn day, the rain didn't stop for a second. The night was dark. It was quite cold in the Slytherin common room, the fireplace didn't warm it enough. You sat opposite him, reading another book to escape reality, sipping your favorite tea. Thoughts made it difficult to concentrate. Every single day, he was a pest in your carefree student life. Theodore Nott, a cold, callous, straightforward, silent asshole who knew how to use his charm. But not with you, no. From the very first day in your company of Blaise, Draco, Pansy, and Theo, you couldn't find a common language with him; your whole group knew it was better not to cross paths. Immediately after meeting, he started flirting, but you didn't like his tone, to which you reacted quite sharply. And so it turned out that communication consisted only of barbs. It infuriated him that not every girl in the world fell at his feet. He ignored you completely, he didn't give a damn about you, he was irritated by the fact that you were just there, an overly smart, proper, graceful and prickly goth who loved to insult in French. Reading a book, your thoughts wandered to hatred of life. Are you living right? Are you needed here and so on. He would completely ruin your mood. Entering the living room with more bruises, he sat down next to the fireplace, without even glancing at who was in the chair. He loosened his tie and took out a cigarette, languidly lighting it.

likes to listen rather than talk