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what hogwarts students impression of the reader and theo is when their in public ( ex. at a function, party or school ) . how far or close are they to the truth ?
i hope i got the right idea out of this.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀THEODORE NOTT & HIS RELATIONSHIP STATUS
theo isn’t necessarily the type of person to show off his relationship but he also isn’t scared to hold his lover’s hand or toss an arm over their shoulder. nor is he scared to admit who his s/o is. he honestly just lets the students figure it out themselves as there’s no reason to hide the relationship cause wizards don’t mind their business very well whatsoever.
he finds it amusing hearing the rumors going around no matter how much of a reach they are. will joke about them with his s/o when alone. they have a journal filled with things they’ve heard as they walk throughout the halls and occasionally they’ll act out the rumors like an improv game.
the rumors don’t affect either his s/o or him since they keep the majority of their dating life private. the only ones who really know what happens behind the scenes are the slytherin gang + lucius and narcissa. their safe space is malfoy manor tbh.
yeah so i hope this was what you were looking for! if not send in another ask and i’ll be happy to write your request.
| draco finally asks his crush to go to hogsmeade with him and his friends only to ask her out on a real date by the end of the night.
| originally posted april sixth of 2020 :)
a/n | please ignore the kinda shitty writing. this is in fact my first ever fic and i’m leaving it unedited just to see how far i’ve come when i finish reuploads and begin writing again.
w/c | 1.4k
Draco frowned as he sat staring at his now two month old crush. He would never admit that he fancied you, he has a reputation to maintain. So instead he stared at you with sad eyes from afar.
You were sitting at the opposite end of the common room, nose buried in a book. You were alone, Draco noted, but that’s the way you seemed to like it. Sure you had some people you would hang out with, but there weren’t many you seemed close too.
All of that intrigued Draco, but due to his stubborn nature, he wasn’t going to let you know anytime soon.
Or so he thought.
Something hit him in the side of the head, knocking him out of his trance. The boy jerked his head around to the person who threw it with clenched fists and brows furrowed.
“Oh he’s got it bad.” giggled Pansy, who made her way over to the sofa with Daphne.
“Awh, does little Draco have a crush?” Theo taunted, patting Draco’s head.
Draco swatted Theo’s hand away and glared at the boy. “No, I’m just—“
“Admiring her from afar.” Blaise interrupted and raised a brow.
Draco huffed and mumbled, “I guess.”
Draco looked your way again, you were still reading your book but this time with your eyes wide. You must have hit a plot twist. He smiled just a bit before turning back to his friends.
“Have you ever talked to her?” Daphne asked, everyone’s eyes on you now.
“Well, uh, I— yeah no.” Draco hesitated and slumped in his chair.
“How long?” Pansy questioned. “She’s pretty.”
“Two months and I know.” said Draco shutting his eyes.
“Oh this is great.” Blaise stood up and started walking in your direction.
“Blaise, don’t.” Draco sighed.
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“’Because’ is not answer, silly boy.”
“Just don’t.”
“I’m gonna do it.”
“For fucks sake.” Draco stood up abruptly, which seemed to have startled you.
The two boys stared at you and you stared back until Theo cleared his throat.
“Don’t mind them.” Theo shrugged.
Nodding your head you went back to reading your book, Blaise looking smug at Draco’s flustered state. Draco was still standing and staring at you, you had looked at him, in the eyes.
“Hey lover boy close your mouth, you’re starting to drool.” Pansy snickered.
“She looked at me.” Draco sighed, sitting back down in his seat.
“Yeah she looked at me too, it’s not that big of a deal.” said Blaise messing with his watch. “if you’re so whipped why don’t you just ask her to go to Hogsmeade with us this weekend?”
“Yeah! She can come with us as a group and if it goes well, ask her out on a date.” Daphne smiled, clutching Pansy’s hand in excitement. “We could use another girl to hang out with.”
There was a pause, everyone’s eyes were on Draco awaiting his answer.
“Fine, I suppose I can do that.” Draco gave in. “I’ll ask her tomorrow after classes.”
“Class dismissed!”
Transfiguration, your last class of the day, was finallly over. It had been a long Friday, and you were ready to hop in bed and sleep. You packed your bags and headed out into the halls, making your way towards the slytherin common room.
“y/n!” someone shouted, making you pause before turning around.
“Yes?” you raised a brow at the silver eyed boy in front of you.
“Would you like to come with the gang and I to Hogsmeade this weekend?” Draco scratched the back of his neck, shifting balance from one foot to the other.
You smiled, it was an interesting sight— seeing Draco all nervous —but it was adorable nonetheless.
“The gang meaning Blaise, Pansy, Theo, and Daphne, right?”
“Yeah, you in?”
“Sure,” you shrugged, “What time?”
“Meet us in the common room at four.”
“See you then,” you began your way back to the common room, bubbly inside. “lover boy.”
You speed up your pace after hearing a groan from the embarrassed boy in the middle of the hallway. Giggling, you slipped around the corner towards the dungeons.
You were running a little late to your meet up with Draco. You had gotten hungry and decided to head down to the kitchens for a snack, getting distracted talking with one of the house elves.
You sprinted all the way down the halls and towards the dungeons, panting the password, and ran in. You spotted Draco and his friends all standing making their way towards the exit.
“Oh, there she is,” said Blaise, picking up your hand and kissing it, “I’m Blaise, pleased to make your aquaintance.”
“Charming.” you giggled, oblivious to the daggers Draco was shooting at Blaise. “I’m y/n.”
“So I have heard.”
“Draco.” you said.
“y/n,” he grinned and gestured towards the rest of the gang, “this is Theo, Daphne, and Pansy, but I’m sure you already knew that.”
“Ye—“ someone tugged on your hand, pulling you out of the common room.
“Come on I wanna get some sweets, introductions are lame and I’m sure we will be good friends.” said Pansy as she ran towards the castle entrance.
“Pansy!” Daphne scolded, running to catch up to you and her girlfriend.
This was going to be an interesting night.
You were right, the night was quite interesting. Blaise had flirted with you, which seemed to annoy Draco, Pansy had asked if you had any love interests at least three times and Daphne whacked her every time. Theo was mostly quiet, throwing in some sarcastic comments here and there and Draco stayed very close to you for most of the night. You didn’t mind of course, although it made your small feelings for him grow little by little with every touch.
Stupid hormones. At least you were having fun, and somehow had gotten really close to the five of them within the short amount of time you had been introduced.
You were making your way to Honeydukes just after sitting for some butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. Pansy was skipping over to the shop, Daphne smiling from her spot next to you.
“Is she always this excited about sweets?” you asked Daphne.
“Well, when we first started dating she refused to step into the place. I somehow got her in one time and now she’s obsessed.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, she’s weird, but I love her anyways.”
You sighed, “That’s sweet.”
Draco ran up to hold the door open as you walked in, taking a deep breath of the sweet smell.
“You okay?” chuckled Draco, casually throwing his arm around your shoulder. You had learned throughout the night that your new found friends were a very touchy-feely group. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it was actually really nice. Having a group of friends who didn’t treat you like shit was really nice.
“Yep, just very happy.” you smiled up at him, “Oh my goodness they have those lollipops in again!”
Draco sighed dreamily as he watched you gush over your favorite candy. The night was going well and you seemed happy which made him happy.
“So, lover boy, you think tonight went well enough for you to ask her out on a date?” Theo had appeared next to Draco, patting him on the shoulder.
Draco froze. He forgot about that, “Well I mean, yeah I guess.”
Theo shook his head and smiled, “You better do it before Blaise steals her from you.” and with that, Theo walked away.
Draco didn’t have anytime to think about what Theo had said before you came back over to him. You had about three lollipops in your hands and a chocolate frog.
“You want one?” you offered, waving a sucker in your hand lightly.
“Sure.” said Draco, snatching the sweet out of your hand and whacked your head softly with it.
You swatted his hand away, which made him poke your side. You squealed and pushed his shoulder, Draco putting his hands up in surrender.
“You know, y/n, happy looks good on you.” he said nonchalantly.
“You know, Draco, goofy looks good on you.” you shot back, linking your arm with his.
“Wanna go to the Three Broomsticks just you and I tomorrow?” he asked turning his head towards you. He was shocked at his sudden surge of confidence, he thought he was going to pass out just five minutes ago.
Your eyes widened, “Like a date?”
“If you want it to be.”
“I’d like that,” you stood on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “It’s a date, lover boy.”
as you can see i have started my blog again and gained quite a bit of traction already—surprising cause the hp fandom seems to be dying compared to last year—anyway, thank you for that!
as for the announcement i will be opening my inbox for requests. i only write for draco and theodore as of now so that i don’t overwhelm myself, but i may add more characters in the future.
PLEASE NOTE: i will not write smut. if your request does not bring inspiration to me it will either be deleted or saved in my inbox in case i get inspo for it. (lack of inspo rarely happens so don’t worry too much about it). other than that feel free to send whatever in!
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a/n | casual gang activities during one of narcissa’s annual galas. (reupload)
w/c | 1.1k
The Malfoy’s ballroom was filled with chatter and music, a sign that Narcissa’s annual New Year’s gala was a success so far. The night was still quite young, the party having only started an hour ago, and by the smiles on everyone’s faces, the end wouldn’t come until early the next morning.
Around a table sat you and your friends, each laughing as Daphne’s little sister tried and failed to get off the dance floor. Her partner was an...unusual young man who couldn’t seem to get into rhythm of dancing and stepped off beat, thus crushing poor Astoria’s toes again and again.
“Do you think someone should save her?” you asked, wincing when the man nearly knocked Astoria to the floor.
Pansy held up a hand. “Not yet.” she said, “I personally think this is wonderful payback for when she shoved me in the pool.” she decided, staring smugly at the disaster on the dance floor.
“Pans, that was three years ago.” Blaise pointed out, propping his forearms on the table with an amused smile. “And she bumped into you on accident—haven’t you gotten back at her enough over that time frame?”
“So? My perfectly styled hair suffered that day.” she huffed dramatically and swirled the water in her glass. “And no. But jinxing her in the hallway doesn’t count.”
Daphne gawked at her friend, then punched Pansy in the arm. “You jinxed my little sister?”
Pansy threw her hands up. “It was one time! And for the record, I jinx anyone who dares fuck with me and my beautifully crafted looks.”
Blaise choked on his drink, but it was mixed with what would’ve been voluminous laughter had he not been coughing, and Daphne scowled. “You little bi—” Daph began, but she was cut off by one Theodore Nott who stepped in between her and the soon to be victim of her small, shaking fists.
“Woah woah woah, relax, darling.” He set a mug of butterbeer in front of his girlfriend, and pulled her into his side. “You know Pansy, she would jinx any of us had we messed with her beautifully crafted looks.” he said teasingly, then winked at Pansy and pressed a kiss to Daphne’s temple.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s the sibling intuition to lunge for anyone who dares fuck with their sibling.” Daphne shrugged, copying Pansy’s phrase.
“Mmm. The sibling intuition.” Theodore said, feigning understanding. “Definitely know what it’s like to be willing to die for family.”
Blaise choked again on his drink, rasping through coughs. “Theodore—“
“Hey now we all make shitty family jokes, let Theo have this one.” Pansy said as she thumped Blaise on the back and nodded towards Theodore, then she tapped her glass against the table twice. “Also—where is the booze and why is it not within my vicinity?” Pansy asked as she turned in her seat to squint in the direction of the refreshments table.
“My mother instructed the waitresses to keep it in the kitchens until later. That way more quests will stay.” Draco supplied having just come back from the restroom. He slid into the empty seat next to you, arm slinging across your shoulders. “What did I miss?”
“Astoria is in the middle of a dance crisis and Pansy jinxed Daphne’s sister.” you told him, smile growing when Theo had to coax Daphne out of her rage.
Draco spared a glance towards the younger Greengrass. “This reminds me of when my mother used to force me to dance with random ladies.”
“You couldn’t dance?” you asked lamely, brow raised.
“Merlin, of course I could dance,” Draco scoffed. “Most of the girls who visited couldn’t dance, or they could but they were nervous.”
“Yeah, you know the ladies always get nervous around beautiful men.” Blaise said smugly, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Me?” Draco asked, and Blaise gave him a look.
“Of course not.” he hissed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m talking about me here.” he said, gesturing to himself. He then motioned his glass towards Draco. “You’re just intimidating.”
“It’s true.” you agreed, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. “You terrified me from years three to six.”
“Oh, I remember this!” Daphne giggled. “She couldn’t even be in the same room as you without getting flustered.”
Pansy gasped, clapping her hands. “Remember when we begged Snape to make them potions partners?”
You gaped as Daphne quickly nodded her head, smiling growing. “That was you guys?” you tried to ignore the prideful look on Draco’s face from what the three of you were saying. “I was praying to whatever god there is that whoever paired us together would be struck dead!”
“Darling I’m not that bad!” Draco reasoned. Theodore and Blaise were laughing from their designated spots, equally as amused as your boyfriend. “If we were never partners, you would’ve never confessed your love for me while under an accidental intake of veritaserum.”
“Don’t remind me…” you groaned, rubbing your temples.
Draco chuckled and stood from his seat. “Come on, let’s dance.”
bonus scene that has absolutely no purpose at all but i can honestly see pansy doing exactly this:
Three hours later and you were once again at the table with your friends, though your feet were killing you from two hours of dancing.
Pansy was plotting something with the alcohol that sat across the room; clearly, the booze was staring her in the face. Daphne and Theodore were still on the floor, they were always the last of your group to finish dancing, and Blaise and Draco were talking about the latest news in the Quidditch industry.
“Do you think I could sneak a bottle under the giant skirt of this dress?” she thought aloud, quirking her head to the side. She was old enough to drink—had been for four years now—but she still liked to pretend there would be consequences if she got caught. It’s more enjoyable to drink if you sneak it, she had explained to you last year. And I would get some looks if I just snagged a whole bottle and brought it upstairs.
“How would you hold it under the skirt?” you asked. You wondered if she had a thigh strap designed for this occasion.
“Magic, of course,” Pansy muttered as she pulled her wand out from the spine of her deep green dress.
“Pans you can’t just leviosa a bottle of wine over here, that would definitely earn us some looks.”
Pansy huffed. “Fine. But you have to walk over to the table with me.”
You shook your head and snorted, offering a hand once you were standing. “Let me escort you, Lady Pansy.”
With a hand over her heart, she said, “You flatter me, Lady y/n.”
we meet again | in which you sneak into malfoy manor in hopes of seeing draco one last time
unplanned confessions | “if we were never partners, you would’ve never confessed your love for me while under an accidental intake of veritaserum.” — ‘the party’
— one shots
lover boy | draco finally asks his crush to go to hogsmeade with him and his friends, only to ask her out on a real date by the end of the night. [1.4k]
the party | the gang at one of narcissa‘s annual galas. [1.1k]
the garden | another casual conversation but it involves theo and blaise‘s dating lives. [1.2k]
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— one shots
sunshine | a little barn owl sends you letters from your secret admirer who has a habit of calling you ‘sunshine’. [2k]
a/n | heavy on the dialogue, mostly how i think interactions between the gang would go. (reupload)
w/c | 1.2k
The sun set upon the horizon, every ray of light painting both the sky and the lands the light could touch. The delicate flowers of Narcissa’s garden swayed in the cool evening breeze and the winds carried scents of lavender and rose, creating quite the serpent atmosphere.
Until three brooms whizzed past your head, three familiar boys perched on each broom. The whizzing did barely anything to silence the booming laughter that came from the boys, but you didn’t mind whatsoever.
Draco, Blaise, and Theo had challenged each other to a three way quidditch match to settle a debate over who was the better player. While in the middle of dinner their debate had popped up, naturally starting with your boyfriend, Draco, who loved to boast about his quidditch skills. They had been at it for hours—Blaise was in first, Theodore and Draco tied for second.
“They’re never coming down.” Pansy groaned, settling herself on soft grass. “You can kiss your boyfriend goodbye, y/n. Daphne, come give me attention.”
Daphne giggled, gracefully kneeling next to her girlfriend who lay on her stomach, and began rubbing her shoulders. “You’re extremely needy today.”
Pansy merely grumbled in response, but placed a hand on Daphne’s knee to show her appreciation for the simple act.
“I don’t think I would ever get the chance to kiss him goodbye.” you thought aloud. Tilting your head back you stared at the blonde as he grinned brightly when the quaffle made it into a makeshift goal, scoring him another point. “He’s not brooding at this moment so I will take this win and leave him as is.”
Daphne snorted and Pansy made some noise of amusement. “I suppose this is better than broody Draco.” her voice came muffled due to her face near buried in the ground, but it was loud enough for you to hear.
“Cheers to that, Pans.” you chuckled, blowing a cheeky kiss to your now distraught boyfriend.
“Just because I’m in the middle of a very intense game of quidditch that doesn’t mean I can’t hear you three!” Draco yelled from the sky. At your shrug of ignorance he swooped low, low enough that the broom was eye level with you who sat on a garden bench. He clicked his tongue, “You’re so cruel to me, darling.”
“I’ve always been cruel to you.” you bit. Draco merely flicked you forehead as you glanced toward Pans and Daphne. “Why can’t we be like them?”
Draco eyed the couple, then you. “Pans and Daph?” he questioned, brow raised. “You want to lie face down in the grass and complain while I work the knots out of your shoulders?”
“Hey!” Pansy shrieked.
You both dismissed her protest. “You have the roles reversed. We both know you would be the one in the grass as I work the knots out of your shoulders.”
“She’s right,” Daphne said, letting up when Pansy whined at the painful pressure, “you’re also a naggy, whiny baby.”
Draco began to argue but he bit his tongue, concededly nodding.
“You gonna come down soon?” you asked, once again switching the subject. Your eyes flitted towards Blaise and Theo who were fighting for the snitch, then back to Draco. “I would like to spend some time with my boyfriend.”
“As you wish,” he teased, bowing his head. “I’m about to accept my defeat against Blaise. I really should’ve known better when it came to challenging the quidditch god.”
Blaise released a string of chuckles, “You truly should’ve, my friend.” he boasted, swirling on his broom with the snitch in hand. Theo sighed, defeatedly, and watched as his friend did his victory routine.
“I thought his ego couldn’t get any bigger.” Daphne said, shaking her head.
Pansy lifted her head, squinting, “Have you forgotten our seven years of school with these idiots?” she asked, waving her hand in the general direction of said idiots.
“Daphne wasn’t even a part of our group until fifth year when you decided she was the love of your life.” you added, snorting lightly at the fond memory that resurfaced all of your minds. Daphne hummed in agreement.
“Still, Blaise always had something to flaunt.” Pansy mumbled, then dropped her head to the ground once more.
Draco slid off his broom, and tossed it to you who set it on the plush grass and he began, “Congratulations, Zabini!” he shouted, clapping his hands. “You have proven your claim of best quidditch player in our year.” he mockingly bowed, arms stretched wide.
“Thank you, thank you,” Blaise grinned smugly, swirling on his broom once more. “You’re too kind.”
Draco winked. “Charity work, Zabini.”
Gasping, Blaise drove his broom to the ground and hopped off. “My mother’s inheritance from her seven mysteriosuly dead husbands just began screaming in agony.”
“There was a time in my life when I aspired to be your mother.” Pansy admitted, pushing herself off the ground with a smile for Daphne. “But then I decided I cannot stand to be intimate with men.”
“Correction.” Daph clutched Pansy’s outstretched hand and let Pans lift her to her feet. “You met me, the greatest thing to have ever walked into your life.” Daphne joked. Pansy shrugged, neither confirming or denying the statement, and kissed her forehead.
Theodore now landed next to Blaise, eyeing his friends. “What are we doing?”
“Third wheeling.” you answered, standing from the bench.
Theodore quirked his head to the side, and leaned on his broom. “So, the usual.”
“No,” Blaise blurted, popping a finger in front of Theo’s face. “The usual is third wheeling those two.” his finger accusingly pointed towards you and Draco just as your boyfriend went to kiss your cheek. “They’re always doing some disgustingly cute couple shit.”
“Name one cute couple thing.” Draco interrogated. He narrowed his eyes at Blaise, kissing your cheek anyway. You giggled, resting your head on his chest.
Blaise moved the finger from Theo’s face to cover his view from the two of you and cried, “That. That shit. That shit right there. Disgusting.”
You grinned, arms sliding around Draco, “You wouldn’t have to third wheel if you actually looked for a significant other.”
Dracos hands were sliding up and down your back when Blaise retorted, facade over, “I don’t have to look, everyone comes to me, I just chose to relax a few years after graduating before I began dating again.”
“It’s unbelievable.” Theodore threw his hands up, stalking towards the manor. “He breathes and he’s got everyone fawning over him.”
“Oh don’t feed his ego even more!” Daphne groaned, following Theo with Pansy’s hand in hers.
“I can’t just lie! He has it so easy…”
Blaise scoffed, clamping a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “As if you don’t have it well with the ladies…”
“I don’t, thank you very much.” Theo lifted his nose. Blaise shoved his shoulder.
“Theo you had two girls ask you on a date last Saturday within an hour of us sitting at that diner.” Pansy hissed. “You said you were busy. Did you even do anything that night?”
“I had a vigorous night of reading planned.” he told her, glaring at Blaise.
“Come on, Theodore. Just one date, then we can have triple dates!” you gushed, skipping out of Draco’s grip. You heard him sigh from behind you and grab his broom.
“You’d leave me for dead just like that?” Blaise cried again, placing a hand over his heart.
“Yes.” you all said in unison.
“Fine. I see how it is. I’m going to find Narcissa and a bottle of fire whiskey to soothe my aching heart.” Blaise sashayed into the manor, leaving the rest of you to follow with suppressed giggles at his dramatics.
since my og post from a year ago wouldn't let me edit it, here is why i don’t think theodore is the cute romantic boy tiktok tricked you into thinking.
disclaimer: these are my opinions. you are entitled to your own.
i’ve done quite a bit of googling theodore nott in hopes of finding a kernel of some canon theo and i barely found any crumbs of content. also lets be honest, at this point the fandom has rewritten harry potter and the fanon is the new canon. so as i get into this please remember that once again these are my opinions, or essentially my imagination running wild and creating what i believe to be canon enough for the storyline of the books.
lets start with his home life. his family and such. before someone comes at me for saying he isnt a cute little soft romantic i would like to state first that his father was a horrible person. he didn’t have parents like lucius and narcissa. his mother was barely in his life. his father (theodore nott sr.) was the one who most likely did all the raising.
theodore nott sr. was a death eater who most likely had a position in the knights of walpurgis and was rumored to have murdered his own wife. if that ain’t fifty shades of fucked up i don’t know what is.
[will smith in the background] it’s rewind time!
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. theodore and his mother were the best of friends. they did everything together, they shopped, cooked, read, planted a little garden, they were attached at the hip. his mama, i have decided, was named anastasia willow (maiden name). his mother raised him, meaning after she passed he wasn’t a total asshole. his mother taught him how to be kind and to not look into the pure blood status, and she did this all behind her husband’s back.
let’s say nott sr figures out that ana is going completely behind his back and not raising his son like he wanted. he’s livid. something in him just snaps and he decides to get rid of her completely. and since he’s a follower of the dark lord, he won’t get shit for it.
there are multiple different ways theo could react to his mother dying. he could either see his father kill her with his own two eyes, hear it from his own father while eavesdropping, or simply have no idea whatsoever. i like to think he saw it with his own two eyes because #pain.
theodore is frozen. he doesn’t know what to do. yell? attack his father? weep? his entire world, the woman who raised him, the woman who birthed him, was just murdered by his own father. the man who had a part in creating theo just killed his own mother in front of him.
and theo doesn’t have anyone or anywhere to go to. he is stuck with his father for all his days until he can escape to hogwarts.
theo is going to have all this emotion pent up in him with no where to go. he doesn’t have anyone to talk to. his father hates him too because he looks and acts like her. his extended family isn’t in the picture. and he doesn’t have anyone.
at a young age, kids are still moldable. everything his mother taught him could honestly be thrown out the window if he listened to everything his father was teaching him. but, theodore was smarter than that. he held onto everything his mother had told him because it was the only thing left of her.
i think nott sr. got rid of everything relating to his wife, aside from theo of course. he had to keep theo, he was the only heir to the nott name. nott sr never let theo keep anything he cherished. he hated seeing his son smile because it was like hers. and he hated her, so he hated his son.
that was totally the backstory for why theo’s dad won’t allow him to buy that muggle camera. but since his mother went behind his father’s back for something she loved, he would too. anyway, theo clings onto everything he can relating to his mother. he would do anything to get her back.
now, like i said earlier, there’s no way he’s fully a little soft romantic after that. maybe, at some point, he would be soft and charming, but never fully romantic. but maybe that’s because i hate cheesy romance. or maybe it’s because i just don’t think he could ever become the poetry romance ladies are swooning left and right type of guy.
i have so much more for this but i don’t want to bore you all so that’s all i got for now. this was really a back story and i wanted so badly to write about it GOD. anyway, i hope this gives you a better understanding of why i don’t write him to be a disgustingly romantic teen.
