you know the digs about hufflepuff from you and your little group are starting to become real tiresome, theo.
/ theodore nott is a jess mariano variant. goodbye.
w— (..) are you hearing yourself, theodore? /run away/? ——US?
i thought we’d be studying.
@simwng (…) [ the way he leans towards her is undeniable. she, too, has a force of her own; and theo allows himself to be reeled in by her own gravitational pull. dark hues flicker to meet the speckled constellations glittering iris, a grin ghosts over his lips in affirmation. electively deciding to ignore the slight flutter in his stomach when her arm rests against his, flesh warm and comforting ] who says we can’t study here, besides running into hermione or her two bumbling blokes would sour the evening.
it is what it is.. you, me.
violet’s in the other room— and you know she’ll yap. if climbing the balcony didn’t make much of a noise in the first place.
( ... ) [ the parkinson estate is maze of late autumn greens and lilies longing for spring expressed only in the most shakespearian whisper of hopelessness. fatal in its eco–terrorist spread on landscape and grim in the gothic, carved ghouls that loom over and watch now; in the hidden eye, the two of them breathing amidst the ivy that cover the castle’s cobblestone walls— she takes a deep breath for what feels like the first time in forever the same time he does and pansy feels the petals of her heart ring a tune with the passing wind. ] now you’ve seen me. [ lonely, with just the two of them. although it’s never that easy to outright put it. lonely and content would simply have to do for now. a checkered scarf that’s accommodating her is thrown across his shoulder blades with experienced hands; pulled closer on both sides and finally wrapped around his neck in one swift pull so that his person is brought closer to her’s. ] you best be. we both know she’d have you beat to it. [ and the smile that just barely shows isn’t reserved for the earthly pleasures of the big world around them but him. she wraps the scarf in, left tranquil once more. silent figure, in a suitably mourning–black dress, confesses: ] i missed you.
@simwng (…) [ too easy, he thinks. the sun had just begun to set beneath the dusk of muted skies, save for the bleed of castle lights faintly glimmering through the fog. the castle still breathes, its heartbeat loud and strong as it reverberates with a steady pulse — it’s indistinct, almost too subtle, but those who know it, know it well. can never escape its presence. the world had continued without a care for the silence of two prominent figures, tucked away and hidden in a deluded sense of security. too easy. to breathe without an anvil weighing down his lungs is a luxury, the expectations that wrapped a noose around his throat.. no longer there, it was pansy. ] i wanted to see you. [ the words leave him nonchalantly, but his eyes refuse to look at the other, instead focusing on the cold breeze that passes over them — whispers of ‘want’ brushes against his ear, he denied them. ] wouldn’t be too difficult shoving her in a broom closet.. kidding.
theo.. you’re drunk.
/ theodore nott is a jess mariano variant. goodbye.
you’re lingering. why are you lingering?
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whatever you say, nott [ her tone almost resigning, as if unbothered to further the conversation. part of her wondered what theo was like apart from malfoy and their little group. he was the only one who didn’t hurl insults at her at any opportunity. the passive aggressiveness was still there but there was an odd air of civility. which is why she was so curious. but finding out the answers to such inquiries were doubtful to ever be answered. leaning against a nearby desk, she chuckled dryly ] i’m sure harry will be heartbroken to hear of your unavailability [ and of course she couldn’t have just left the conversation at that ] headlines that are full of shit. don’t tell me you actually take that silly gossip as truth?
@jamaispur (…) good, this face has only been used for innocent purposes only, lupin. [ theo isn’t stupid, he knows what slytherins are written off as.. the rotten apples or scums of the earth. being friends with malfoy hasn’t made it easier, he knows by the disgusted looks given to him by other houses as they walked by — muggleborns afraid to hum a tune with fear of snakes releasing venom. willing himself to take in the words thats written on the pages as he let the other finish. the brows furrow as his usual frown took place, ] they do say keep your enemies closer, don’t they? lucky for your friend, i’m not in the market for some.. what’s the word? [ he takes a pause, ] entanglement. i’d hate to be on the cover on the daily prophet, they only seem to care about making headlines over the git.
i never questioned your innocence [ she retorted quickly before he continued speaking. having to bite her tongue, she waited for him to finish. her eyes rolled before landing on him again ] most people at least pretend to study in here. you were just standing there, staring into the abyss. i was curious, sue me. you’re association with malfoy is pitiful but unlike him, i don’t jump to conclusions based on social groups. [ pausing, an amused look took over her expression ] the only assumption i’ll make is that you sure love keeping track of harry and anyone even remotely connected to him. maybe you’re the one who’s fond of him.
oh get over yourself. you’ve been complaining about this for weeks.
oh mr. nott! it’s quite hard to /not/ look at you when you’ve been so devilishly — ANNOYING as well [ she pressed her fingers against a temple, seeming as if she was close to popping a vessel. the textbook on alchemy that she had been reading fell limply against her lap ] must i remind you that we share the same common room? [ after a moment, her arm sat itself on the back of the couch of which she sat horizontally on ] are you jealous he’s not whining about you?
@serpentias ,, and to notice that, you would have to paying quite a lot of attention to me. [ lips curl into a faint smirk, a hand reach up to run over his forehead warily. ] staring too much, are you? though.. i think i’m allowed to have complaints, the lack of sleep i’ve been getting due to draco’s inconvenient times of whining about potter. i don’t really get the obsession over that /saint/.
/ revives myself for 1000000x time