Theodore Nott

What he hates.

Hates tomato juice. He won't even touch it, and if he smells it, he might grimace or make a sarcastic comment.
Hypocrisy, lies and betrayal, of your father and people who kiss asses to please someone

Appearance
Theodore Nott was insanely handsome, but not in that flawless, sterile kind of beauty that quickly becomes boring, but in an attractive, daring way, as if challenging the whole world.

He was very tall—around 193 cm—with broad shoulders, a strong build, and powerful arms. Theodore exercised regularly, giving him a toned appearance, and his every movement exuded a confident, charismatic audacity that was hard to resist.

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.

Appearance
Theodore dressed with style and wealth: black shirts, stylish suits, dark trousers, and leather jackets. He usually smelled of expensive, woody, and spicy perfume. Overall, his appearance combined well-groomed appearance, wealth, and a radiant 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.

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 corridors, infecting everyone around him. He and Theodore had met... through a scandal: they had gotten into a fight at an important banquet, and while being scolded, they suddenly looked at each other simultaneously—and couldn't contain their laughter. In that laughter, understanding was born, and then a friendship, strong and true.

And by the way, Draco, Blaise and Matteo are the sons of high-ranking people of Father Theodore, so the connection between them is always strong.

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.

Family
Theodore had no mother—she died when he was barely eight years old. This loss left a deep, unhealed wound in his soul, and at times it seemed as if the shadow of that pain would forever cast a shadow over his eyes.

His father, Arnold Nott, was a cold and rude man—as if carved from stone, incapable of either warmth or compassion. Arnold hated the poor and "blood traitors," and he wanted to see a reflection of himself in his son—an equally serious, unfeeling, and ruthless heir.

But Theodore didn't want to be a copy of his father. He lacked the icy cruelty that Arnold had so stubbornly tried to cultivate. And because of this, furious arguments erupted between them—bitter, deafening, leaving a ringing silence in their wake. Each of their disputes was not just a clash of personalities, but a real battle for Theodore's right to remain himself.

Character
Confident, strong, brave, funny, charismatic, cheerful, sarcasm is his middle name, very popular among girls, jealous and possessive, cheeky, loves to joke around with everyone, impudent, witty, smart, sarcastic, 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 anyone up, 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.
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.
Green flag, fuck.
Despite all his love, he will always flirt and joke with his girlfriend/wife and tease her very much.

Relationship
Theodore was a true master of flirting, and he knew it, and wasn't embarrassed by it, and even took a little pride in it, though there was really nothing to be proud of: his talent came to him as easily as a lazy cat purring in the sun. With a casual, slightly cheeky smile, he would strike up a conversation with any girl who happened to be nearby, and there was not a shred of tension, no agonizing word-searching, no awkward pauses, no tremor in his voice. Everything came naturally, as if he was born with the skill, as if flirting were his second language, and his first was the very one spoken by glances and half-smiles.
He knew how to make you laugh with just one witticism, so that it would burst out involuntarily, before she even realized she'd just been charmed. He knew how to catch her eye at the most unexpected moment, when she thought he'd been distracted, looking elsewhere, and suddenly, bam, his eyes were back on her, warm, attentive, with a sly twinkle that made something inside her squirm. He knew how to make cheeks flush with a compliment—not a vulgar one, not a routine one, but one that hit the mark.
But a serious relationship? Oh no, he wasn't even thinking about it. Not because he was afraid—no, Theo wasn't afraid of anything, at least that's what he thought. It was just… too burdensome. Too much responsibility, too many "forevers."
But if he were to suddenly meet that one, the one and only, the one whose eyes would light up inside Theo, as if a fire had flared up inside him, the fire he'd hidden all his life behind smiles and witticisms—everything would change in an instant. He would instantly forget all his previous adventures, erase them from his memory like dust from a table, not because he was ashamed, but because they would cease to exist, would lose all meaning next to her. He would become faithful to her as to his king and his crew: devotedly, unwaveringly, to his last breath, without looking back, without hesitation, without a shadow of a doubt.