Theodore Nott · Y/n story by @maddieriddle

The afternoon sun beat down on the manicured grounds of Nott Manor, warm and heavy. It glinted off the turquoise water of the pool and painted Y/n’s skin in gold where she lay sprawled on a large, striped inflatable.

Theodore Nott

Figured you two might need cool drinks.

He stepped out onto the patio, holding two tall glasses of something pale and citrusy. His gaze swept across the scene, lingering for a half-second too long on the curve of Y/n’s hip, the line of her leg where it dipped into the water. He looked away, a practiced, polite smile settling on his face as he turned it toward his daughter.

Chloe Nott

Thanks, dad! You’re the best!

Chloe beamed, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head as she paddled over to the edge. Theodore handed her a glass, then extended the other toward the float.