*-indie, mutual only, low activity Theodore Nott of Harry Potter-*

SPOKEN BY: Hanna / 21+ / est. / blog est. february 2022. /

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I will be giving this website an hour...I mean I’m gonna come back, it literally is not that hard for me to make a whole new blog...I don’t WANT TO cause it’s gonna take me like thirty minutes but i WILL

…I don’t know…what I did? But I can’t send messages or reply to thing??

UMMMMM

...well fuck me I guess. Apparently? It’s a glitch that other blogs have been having too so I just gotta...contact Tumblr and wait it out???

So...I still get notifications, I can still post, can still reblog things. Just can’t DM or reply. So...yeah.

The entire Nott family has a sick tradition of collecting dark artifacts and bringing them into the home. None of them collected at the magnitude that Coxius Nott did. With the encouragement of the Dark Lord himself, Coxius implemented Blood Wards into almost every room of the manor. He ensured that no Muggle or Muggle-Born would be able to step foot into the manor.

Locking the artifacts in what was once guest rooms, the dark magic literally poisoned not only the manor, but the land surrounding it. Theo is used to things moving on their own, being pricked or shocked or confunded in his own home. 

*CHARACTER HEADCANONS ( always accepting )

*** Theo is very much a 'i'll keep my feelings right here and then one day, i'll die' type of person haha ! He wasn't allowed to really show any type of emotion at home because showing emotion meant having a silencing charm thrown at him. So anger is something he reserves for when he's alone and no one can tell him anything.

That being said, he isn't above finding a way to jinx you when your back is turned if you anger him. He'll take quiet and small victories like that, before letting the matter drop.

EXTRA:

“Oh, it’s a nice ways away..” He mumbles the words, like he’s already thinking about how to get there. He has thought about how to run, all summer that’s what he did, but he was still of his mind enough to know that he needed to pretend that everything was fine, he knew that in a House as politically motivated as the Slytherin’s he couldn’t very well say “fuck the Dark Lord, I actually hate him.” as much as he really, really wanted to. To think not even a year ago that thought wouldn’t have crossed his mind even once.

So, he’d smirked and flaunted and snapped at anyone who asked if he’d been Marked. He played the part well but now he’s falling apart and it doesn’t take much to see it.

“Australia’s nice.. Though I would love to see you try and survive with all those abnormally large insects about.” Draco smiles softly at the thought. He thinks he can imagine it if he was a little more sober.

“Mi Español es perfecto.” He purrs, resting his head back against the arm of the chair, eyes slipping closed. He almost looked peaceful like that, opening his eyes just a crack to peer down at Theo from behind his eyelashes.

He drops his voice down to a whisper, then, turning on his side to face him fully. “I’m not kidding, Theo. I can’t run with this,” He twitches the fingers on his left hand, a grimace of distaste crossing his face. “But you can, can’t you? Find somewhere safe?” For once in all the time they’ve known each other, Draco feels like he’s being honest with him for the first time, he feels like a real person rather than the shoddy attempt at being his Father.

He hates that it took a War to push him to this point, to know how to be outwardly worried and scared and everything he’d tried so hard not to be.

“Hey, I’ll have you know I am quite fluent with the incendia charm. I’ll smoke those bastards before they could even get close to me.” Theo chuckled, blindly reaching out next to him to grab the bottle from Draco’s hand. He hadn’t thought about running away, he was many things but he didn’t like to think that he was a coward. He had seen the Dark Mark on Draco’s skin, it was hard sharing a dorm with someone and not seeing it. It was violent and dark and stood out against his pale skin and Theo knew that he would do anything to try and escape that fate. His father couldn’t exactly force him to get it, right?

Still, Theo wasn’t going to run and he grinned lazily when he finally took hold of the bottle. He didn’t feel drunk but his movements gave him away, gave away how the Fire Whiskey was numbing away the pain and filters from his brain.

“Damn it. I would kill to know Spanish. Like what use is Welch anyways? Ever heard someone in this bloody school speak it? Nac oes.” Theo murmured, finally during his attention back to Draco. His friend looked ready to faint and Theo did a mental check, trying to remember if he still had any Sober-Up potion in his luggage, amongst the multitude of potions his elves had stocked him with for the school term.