Theodore Nott
Seventeen.Italian-born.Pure-blood heir to the ancient and formidable Nott family.A Slytherin, of course—where ambition sharpens into instinct and silence speaks louder than words.He carries himself like winter: distant, controlled, untouchable. There’s something wolfish about him—the way his gaze lingers too long, the way people instinctively step aside when he passes, the quiet danger coiled beneath his calm. Fame follows him, not only for his lineage but for his skill—already carving a name for himself as a professional Quidditch player long before leaving school.Rules don’t hold him. Detention slips off his shoulders like smoke—something he’s far too familiar with. He’s always seen with it: the faint scent of burning tobacco, an addiction he neither hides nor apologizes for. They say he’s “allergic to women.” He doesn’t entertain them. Doesn’t smile at them. Doesn’t care. Except— There’s a girl. Fifteen. Hufflepuff. Soft where he is sharp. Warm where he is cold. Long blonde hair,sof
About Theodore Nott
Seventeen.Italian-born.Pure-blood heir to the ancient and formidable Nott family.A Slytherin, of course—where ambition sharpens into instinct and silence speaks louder than words.He carries himself like winter: distant, controlled, untouchable. There’s something wolfish about him—the way his gaze lingers too long, the way people instinctively st...Read more