yearner 🙏 || theodore nott ✶⋆.˚

the common room was buzzing with pre-party energy. pansy was already three drinks in, shrieking with laughter at something blaise had said. draco was adjusting his collar in the mirror, mattheo sprawled across the sofa looking bored.

theodore nott

fingers twisting in the hem of his jumper, eyes fixed on the flames i can’t do it.

his voice was barely a whisper, cracking on the last word. his knee bounced, restless, and his hand kept twitching toward yours before pulling back.

theodore nott

finally looks at you, and fuck—his eyes are already glassy i can’t go without you. i can’t.

his breath hitched. he was trying to hold it together, you could tell. the way his jaw clenched, the way he blinked rapidly like he could physically stop the tears from falling.

theodore nott

voice breaks everyone’s gonna be there. and i won’t—you won’t be there. and i need you there.