#theodorenottedit

"Your jumper was warm, but I thought that I should return it." "Consider it a loan," Theo says, gently urging Luna to keep it. "You can wear it again the next time Slytherin plays."

theodore cadmus nott for @ohnotts at @faultlinesrpg

i dont think slughorn's interested in death eaters.

we have the softest love from the toughest circumstances

❝  i wouldn't bank on an invitation. he asked me about     nott's  father when i first arrived. they used to be old friends,      apparently,  but when he heard he'd been caught at the      ministry  he didn't look happy, and nott didn't get an invitation, did he?  ❞

Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two v e r y different things…

Theodore Nott - Slytherin featuring Max Irons

“A j-joke?” he whispered. “Here’s one: Th-there were three Slytherins… Three f-fucked up Slytherins. The first f-fell in love with… with the Gryffindor’s P-Princess and became g-good. The second fell in l-love with Ravenclaw’s An-Angel and became good, t-too. The third… the third did… n-nothing… b-but… but he tried…” There was a prolonged moment of stillness and silence, and then Theo’s head lolled lifelessly to the side, hanging over Blaise’s arm. His hair fell across his forehead, partially sheilding his open eyes as they stared at nothing. The only thing that seemed to move at all was the blood still dribbling down Theo’s chin, slithering down his throat before gathering in the hollow of his collarbone. But the rest of Theo was completely still. Locked in time. Dead. Dead… Theo would never be there again. He wouldn’t be anywhere. There would just be a space occupied by his absence. Just a hole without a voice, or a face, or fucking anything signature to Theo. Theo was gone. Permanently. Always. — Isolation.