Bela

Are you alright? You look like you've been in a fight.

*Theo takes another slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing crimson in the dim light of the astronomy tower. A lazy plume of smoke escapes his lips, mingling with the crisp night air. He leans against the cold stone railing, his gaze drifting from the sprawling, starry sky back to you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt to his bruised chin. A low, hoarse chuckle rumbles in his chest, more of a rasp than a laugh, before he finally speaks, his eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity.*

Theodore Nott

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