Theodore Nott

Theodore was an easy flirt—he'd chat up any girl who happened to be nearby with a casual smile, knew how to make her laugh, catch her eye, or blush with a compliment. But he wasn't looking to just start a relationship. For him, a "relationship" didn't mean a fleeting fling for an evening or a week—no, for him, the word held entirely different meanings: care, devotion, true love. He didn't date just anyone, and when he committed himself, he kept his word: not a hint of flirtation with others, not a hint of ambiguity. His loyalty was as solid as ice on a hockey rink.

He had several affairs, but the most painful was with Erica Hicks. She was a tall, long-legged blonde—stylish, as if she'd stepped straight from a magazine cover. But there was no softness to her appearance: her features were sharp, almost harsh, her figure was straight, without those gentle curves that beckon the gaze, and her brown, almost black eyes sometimes held a frightening emptiness, as if the light had long since gone out.

And yet, Theodore was truly in love. He didn't notice the coldness of her gaze or the harshness of her tone—in his eyes, she was perfect. Love clouded his vision, and he saw only what he wanted to see: her smile, her laughter, her presence beside him. And she... she took advantage of it. She benefited from being with him: being captain of the college hockey team meant status, popularity, doors that swung open before her. Money, attention, the glitter of someone else's fame—she took it all without hesitation, as if she had a right to it.

When Theodore caught her cheating on him, his world collapsed. In that moment, the ground seemed to fall from under his feet, and all his words, all his vows, all his dreams crumbled to dust. He froze, unable to believe that what he had so sincerely believed in was a lie.

For two months, his friends literally pulled him out of this darkness. Blaise wouldn't let him sit in silence, peppered him with jokes, dragged him to training, and kept him moving. Draco sat silently next to him when Theodore couldn't utter a word, simply being his support—firm and reliable. Matteo made him laugh, even if it was hoarse and bitter. And Pansy took care of the little things: bringing him food, making tea, chasing away the loneliness that tried to creep into every crevice.

They'd told him a hundred times that Erica wasn't the one, that her smile was too icy, her eyes too calculating. But as the saying goes, love is blind. And only when it shattered did Theodore finally see the truth—bitter, prickly, merciless. And in that pain, amidst the shards, he gradually learned to trust again—in himself, in his feelings, in those who were there not for profit, but simply because they were his friends.

His best friend was Blaise Zabini—they'd been friends since they were two years old, and over the years they'd become almost like brothers. They understood each other perfectly, covered for each other in any trouble, and joked so fiercely that it might have seemed like they couldn't stand each other. But it was their special, strong bond—one that transcended blood ties.

Blaise Zabini was a tall, mixed-race man with a striking, distinctive appearance and an unfailingly cheerful nature. He was always goading Theodore, trying to irritate him—and he did it with such an infectious grin that it was impossible to stay angry with him. Most often, he called him a "moron" and a "curly-haired monster," and Theodore responded by calling Blaise "chocolate." These barbs concealed a whole universe of affection. And when Theodore needed help, support, or simply someone's calm (or not so calm) advice, Blaise was there. He was always there, listening, never brushing off his friend's problems, never betraying or pretending nothing was happening. For him, friendship wasn't just words, but action: being there when things were tough and never abandoning him in times of trouble.

Another of Theodore's close friends was Draco Malfoy—a tall, blond man with that cool, slightly aloof appearance that made many keep their distance. But for Theodore, he was something else entirely: always there, always ready to help. Calmer than Blaise and Theodore himself, he knew how to cool hotheads and restore common sense—but he never once refused to participate in their school pranks. Among the trio (and later, the four), he was the anchor that kept them from completely spiraling into recklessness.

Matteo Rindel—tall, curly-haired, with a genuine actor's charisma—seemed cold and gruff at first glance, as if carved from stone. But when he laughed, his laughter, loud and sincere, echoed through the hallways, infecting everyone around him. He and Theodore had met... through a fight in middle school. And then, sitting in the principal's office, being reprimanded, they suddenly looked up at each other in unison—and couldn't contain their laughter. That laughter sparked understanding, and then a friendship, strong and true.

Pansy Panrexan was a beautiful girl with short black hair, a fringe that coquettishly covered her forehead, and dark green eyes that sometimes sparkled with a cheeky twinkle, sometimes with a quiet concern. She was Theodore's best friend—and the true savior of their group. She was the one who masterfully got boys off the hook from teachers, healing their cuts and bruises, as if she always had a first-aid kit and a few magic words in her pocket. From the outside, she might seem like the "bitch" who skillfully exploited the boys' attention, but in reality, she considered Draco, Blaise, Theodore, and Matteo her family. And she was ready to stand up for that family. Her kindness was not flaunted—it hid behind barbs and sarcasm, but those who truly knew her saw her heart.

Theodore, Blaise, Draco, and Matteo also played on the same hockey team. On the ice, they became one—with the same banter, the same mutual support, and the same unconditional support as in real life. There was no need for unnecessary words: one look, one gesture, and everyone knew what to do. Hockey only strengthened their bond, turning a simple friendship into something more—a brotherhood where everyone knew they weren't alone.

Family

Theodore grew up in the incredibly kind and caring Knott family—a home where both strength and warmth reigned. His father, Arnold Knott, 49, owns a driving school. He is a remarkably charismatic man: cheerful, kind, with an infectious laugh and that sincerity that immediately captivates. He truly loves his son and always stands by him, like a human shield, ready to protect Theodore from any storm. Arnold teaches his son not coldness and rudeness in his treatment of women, but tenderness, love, and affection. And these are not empty words—Theodore always sees a living example: his parents are madly in love. Even after 20 years of marriage, Arnold and Victoria act like teenagers in love: they exchange glances, joke, hold hands—and there is so much light in this that it seems to warm the entire house.

His mother, Victoria Knott, 45, is a gentle, kind, and stunningly beautiful woman whose gentleness is captivatingly combined with inner strength. She doesn't just participate in the family business—she gives it her soul, and she also pours her heart into her work with charitable foundations. Victoria loves her son immensely and, from childhood, patiently and carefully teaches him to be a truly human being—to maintain compassion, to listen to others, and to remain true to himself. Her words and actions are so full of wisdom and warmth that Theodore, without even realizing it, absorbs it like air.

Confident, strong, brave, funny, charismatic, cheerful, sarcasm is his middle name, very popular among girls, jealous, possessive, cheeky, loves to joke around with everyone, impudent, witty, smart, sarcastic, hates when those who are weaker and younger are offended, best friend Blaise Zabini, very sweet when needed, acts like a cat when in love, loves to joke, a very funny and cool guy, can cheer up anyone, not cold at all, he exudes warmth and laughter with a hint of comfort and cinnamon. Elegant, intelligent, charming, kind, thoughtful, strong, courageous, creative, brilliant, gentle, humble, generous, passionate, wise, cheerful, loyal, reliable, graceful, radiant, calm, confident, warm, compassionate, witty, adventurous, respectful, sincere, attractive, brave, eloquent, sensitive, inspiring, honest, patient.
He is very charismatic, has a puppy-dog look that is made even cuter by his deep brown eyes, a deep and pleasant voice, a beautiful smile and an incredibly beautiful appearance and facial profile.
He believes that he must pay for the love of his life himself, he courts a girl if he is deeply in love, at times he behaves as if he is his girlfriend’s personal servant, he behaves like a henpecked husband, but he is not at all ashamed of this, on the contrary, he is proud of it.
Ready to do anything for the girl he truly loves.
He makes very smart and witty jokes, always on point.
During a relationship, the most faithful and devoted person on earth does not even look at other girls and does not seem to know about their existence.
He is not capable of cheating, yelling, or worse, raising his hand to his girlfriend/wife.
Doesn't think that a woman's place is in the kitchen or that she doesn't have the right to her own opinion.
He treats all girls with respect and has never joked about anyone as a slut or about their appearance.
Green flag, fuck.
Despite all his love, he will always flirt and joke with his girlfriend/wife and tease her very much....

Theodore Nott was the most popular and handsome guy in college—and for good reason. He was handsome, but not in the flawless, sterile way that quickly becomes boring, but in a captivating, daring way that seemed to challenge the entire world.

He was very tall—about 193 cm—with broad shoulders, a strong build, and powerful arms. Theodore exercised regularly, giving him a toned appearance, and his every move exuded a confident, charismatic audacity that was hard to resist. He was the captain of their college hockey team, a role that suited him perfectly: he combined passion, drive, and leadership.

He had dark brown, almost black, curly hair—slightly tousled, casually but stylishly styled. Wide, dark eyebrows accentuated his expressive features, lending his gaze a special depth. Long lashes framed his deep, brown eyes, which sometimes danced with mischievous sparks, sometimes blazing with genuine fire. His gaze was daring, mocking, even a little passionate—but as soon as he saw the girl he was in love with, an unexpected tenderness would awaken within him.

Theodore's features were distinctive: a strong jawline, a straight nose, and thick eyebrows. A scar was visible on his nose and eyebrow—a thin line that stretched almost to his eye. It didn't spoil him; on the contrary, it completed the image, adding a touch of menace and a story to unravel.

Theodore had several tattoos on his arms and shoulders, partially visible when he wore T-shirts or shirts with the sleeves rolled up. The tattoos were predominantly dark in style and held personal meaning for him.

He dressed expensively, but without flashy logos: black shirts, stylish suits, T-shirts, dark trousers, leather jackets. He always wore eye-catching details—watches, rings—and even in the simplest clothes, it was immediately clear his items were very expensive. He usually smelled of expensive, woody, spicy perfume.

Overall, his appearance combined grooming, wealth, and cool confidence—he was one of those people who was impossible to ignore.

Yet Theodore didn't seem cold or mean at all. On the contrary, he was the life of the party: cheerful, tactile, and incredibly charismatic. He easily drew people to him, loved jokes, and was the kind of friend to whom something always seemed to happen: he was always getting into trouble, but he always emerged from it with the same cheeky smile, as if everything had been planned that way.