she’s so pretty || theodore nott ✶⋆.˚

the leaky cauldron was packed, the air thick with pipe smoke and the low roar of overlapping conversations. a booth in the back corner was occupied by four slytherin seventh-years, a collection of empty and half-empty butterbeer bottles littering the table between them.

mattheo riddle

you’re fucking wasted, nott.

blaise zabini

he’s been staring at that one bottle for five minutes. think he’s trying to divine his future from the foam.

theodore nott

slurs, not looking up it’s a more reliable prophet than trelawney, i’ll tell you that.

lorenzo berkshire

easy. you’re going to puke, then you’re going to cry about your girlfriend, then you’re going to puke again. prophecy complete.

theodore nott

sways slightly as he finally leans back against the booth fuck off, lorenzo. you’re just jealous you don’t have a y/n to cry about.

before lorenzo could retort, a pair of witches from a nearby table approached, all giggles and batting eyelashes. one, a brunette in hufflepuff yellow, leaned on the edge of their table.

hufflepuff witch

heard you lot charmed the giant squid to do a backflip during the last quidditch match. any truth to the rumors?

mattheo riddle

smirks only if you buy the next round.

theodore nott

mumbles into his sleeve pathetic.

the girls laughed, but theo didn’t join in. he just watched them, his expression going from bored to something darker, more distant, as their flirting continued. after a minute, he turned his head away entirely, staring at the wall.

theodore nott

voice low, but loud enough for his friends i miss her. like, a stupid amount.

blaise zabini

here we go.

theodore nott

no, seriously. her laugh. the way she fucking… i don’t know. exists. it’s better than this. gestures vaguely at the girls, who were now getting their drinks from the bar

lorenzo berkshire

you’re a mess, mate.

theodore nott

runs a hand through his hair, making it messier yeah. a six-foot-four mess who wants to go home and have her tell me i’m a good boy. fuck, i said that out loud, didn’t i?

mattheo riddle

grins loud and clear.