nott, theo c.

Theodore Cadmus Nott. Sixteen. Slytherin. Shut up. In the exact words of Susan Bones: "Theo likes people the way he likes his coffee. He doesn’t like coffee." +sc_online_t(682924,"","000000"); Users Online Counter

[nottx]

Bitter | Theo + Parvati

[itsparvati]

Though she pretended not to notice, Parvati enjoyed the look on Theo’s face when she settled next to him. So she made a show of wriggling around to get comfortable and giving him a light shove as if to say move over a bit, you great lump! She had far too much fun with it, just as she did constantly telling him the same fortune in Divination. He probably wondered why they got paired together so often; of course, what he didn’t know was that she pulled strings with Professor Trelawney. Sibyl loved her, and ate up Parvati’s excuses about the “eerie psychic connection” between her and the Slytherin boy, or how she was certain something awful was about to befall him and he just wasn’t getting it. It made him so agitated every time, and she mostly did it for his reaction, which was the most important part. Even if it meant him knocking her books off the table the other week.

"Yes, I said my spot. I think you need to get your hearing checked," she commented casually. She could only roll her eyes at his discontented ramblings. Why didn’t she get to have a spot and why couldn’t she call it that? "Oh, I see, you’re the king of Hogwarts castle, is that it? And lowly me is all up in your territory. I’m sure there are a hundred tiny violins somewhere playing a sad song for you right now."

Yes, Parvati Patil was feeling extra sassy, if that comment was anything to go by. And she hated that word — sassy. It grated on her ears on her nerves. She preferred cheeky, really, or maybe spirited. Definitely not “smart” though, the way her mother used it (Ai la, Parvati! You and your smart mouth!). But today, all were accurate.

When Theo insisted he wasn’t going to be losing any bets and she should give it up, she simply clucked her tongue and shook her head. It was Parvati’s secret whether or not the warnings were at all real — one she’d never tell. Because then she’d lose her mystery and a girl had to have that, right? Yes, of course right. But surely it couldn’t hurt to be wary of such things anyway, truth or not. Not that he seemed to care.

She was about to say something regarding his nearly-mumbled bit about boring being welcoming, when she felt ready to sock him across the mouth. For being being a knob and mocking her, mostly, and for being melodramatically sarcastic. If that was a possible combination? Well, if it wasn’t, Theodore Nott just invented it.

"Oh come off it," she tisked. "You’ll just have to share. You know, that thing where people split things together? Or move, because I’m not gonna."

The fact that Theo closed his eyes, as if to shut Parvati out, made her frown. She wanted to reference something she’d once been told about sour grapes, but couldn’t remember what it was about or if it was even related. Being quiet was hard work — she tried, she really did — but she maybe lasted five minutes tops before she started to get antsy. What did a person even do with silence? Seriously! Sit around and think? That was just weird. And unnatural. So Parvati started to fidget; she adjusted her stockings, then redid part of her plait, sighed dramatically, and then brought her knees up to her chest and leaned on them.

"I rather like doing things, by the way," she added, almost pensively with the slightest crinkling of her nose, unable to hold it in anymore. "The idea of doing nothing is never very fun in practice."

[nottx]

"No?" Theo retorted, eyebrows raised. He turned his head to face Parvati once more, eyes blinking open. "I was having the best time of my life doing nothing before you decided to come and make yourself comfortable." The letter in Theodore's back pocket was practically burning a hole into his slacks, but now was definitely not the time to pull it out and reread it. Really, he shouldn't ever. He should have tossed it out or burned it. Going over it for the hundredth time this morning wasn't going to help or solve anything. Especially with Patil seated beside him. Oh, that's all Theo needed. Parvati to catch glimpse of his father's disapproval and to realize how upset he was over it, just to rub it in or hold it against him ... though he truly didn't think the Gryffindor would do that, even if he did expose her (in the most literal of terms) in front of the entire school. Parvati just didn't seem the type to do something like that, but Theodore could've been very, very wrong. "Why are you even out here?" he questioned, attempting to sound stern but knowing he failed. It just came out as a simple inquiry, presented with a normal tone. Very odd for the Nott boy. He recovered with his next query. "Don't you have to go kiss Trelawney's arse or sit and read your girlfriend's palm?" Theo was referring to Lavender, whom Patil was in a weird, fortune-reading relationship with.

[nottx]

♧

Send me a ♧ for my character’s reaction if your character were to express romantic interest in my character.

Confusion, disgust, vomiting, laughter, vomiting, confusion, convinced he’s dreaming, vomiting, fucking all in that order. A lot of questioning, including something along the lines of, “Me? After Weasley? What the hell is wrong with you?” Side note: vomiting induced by the idea of Weasel's sloppy seconds.

[nottx]

❖

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Theodore never thought much about Daphne Greengrass until their second year of schooling, when they shared their first (and, to this point, only) kiss with one another. It was the result of intoxication on his part, but it did bring the two of them closer than they probably would have ever getting — physically and mentally. Since that fateful night, Theo considers Daphne to be, possibly, his best female friend. She’s tough and rough around the edges and, at times, a mess, and Theodore finds her more interesting than he does most people he attends Hogwarts with. The two often spend hours together in abandoned classrooms or the Slytherin common room, drinking and complaining their lives away.

[arabellaborn]

[nottx]

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Innocent, amiable, apologetic.

[nottx]

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[onlyhermione]

Right. [remains unconvinced] 

I seriously doubt there’s any point aside from showing off. [refuses to think of Ron and Lavender]

[nottx]

Seem a bit hostile in regards to that, Granger. What's wrong with showing off? It just means you're not ashamed of who you're with and in no means ashamed of what you're doing with them.

[cormac-the-bamf]

Someone once tell you it’s funny to be a twat, did they?

[nottx]

Whether they have or not isn't of concern to me. I'm not a twat. Just honest, obviously.

[daphnepgreengrass-archive-blog]

Oh, come on, now. They’re just having fun.

[nottx]

It's disgusting, Daphne.

Perhaps if they were older and more attractive, I wouldn't mind so much. But they're not, so.

[nottx]

Bitter | Theo + Lisa

[sioncaro-blog]

Lisa’s cheeks flushed a bright red, and she swallowed, at least three times, trying both to calm herself down and to move her tongue, so when she did speak, it wasn’t with the god-awful accent that she’d worked so hard to break. “Sorry,” She said quietly, watching her hand fall back to her side, and then watching where he had held her for a few more heartbeats. She was about to repeat what she said, when she looked up to Theo’s face, and promptly thought better of it. 

He was freaking out. She could see that, very plainly, and decided to blame it on the physical contact that he had instigated. Though, she wouldn’t blame him for it; everyday she made brash decisions that she later regretted. “You’re upset, and I’m sorry,” Lisa blurted out tastelessly, at the same moment he spoke to her, and she instantly swallowed her tongue, wishing to do nothing more than to shrink into herself and disappear. 

And then he was talking again, and the cooled fire in her ignited, again. Some part of her wanted to thank him for the suggestion, and the other part wanted to smack him with her, literally, bloody hands, and ask him what gave him the right to be smart with her, after scarring the ‘Bejesus’ out of her. But after some momentary conflict, Lisa just nodded her head, her throat feeling thick. “Want to point me in the direction of the infirmary, then?” She asked, smiling sheepishly for referencing what caused all this drama in the first place. Seeing Theo look so.. put off, was slightly unsettling, mostly because the most emotion she’d ever seen out of him in class was on the same level as the Queen of England during tea-time, and she wondered momentarily if she should pull him along with her to the infirmary, to check for a fever. 

[nottx]

Although he'd been mid-sentence when Lisa spoke herself, Theo didn't miss a beat of what she'd said. You're upset and another apology. At this, his lips closed together tightly, shoulders straightening out instinctively. As always, when cornered or caught off guard, Theodore would immediately attempt to appear more in control and essentially emotionless than need be -- making it obvious he was overcompensating. Theo knew it, but couldn't help this behavior, as it's how he was taught to be. His father had once said to him, "If you let your wall down, people will ruin you, Theodore. They know you have a weakness then. You never, ever let anyone know you have a weakness." Much easier said than done. "You don't have to keep apologizing, Turpin," he spat out. Theo wasn't typically a vindictive or evil person. He had his moments though, and this was most definitely one of them. The part of him that harbored emotions felt bad for the Ravenclaw, but the anger that was still bubbling inside him quickly dismissed his conscience. At her inquiry for more directions, Theodore sighed. There was really no point in being more rude than usual to this girl. She already looked so shaken from him handling her. "Come," he stated, beginning to walk up a jagged looking path. "I'll show you."

[miss-brocklehurst]

First years? In groups? What are you on, Nott?

[nottx]

Unfortunately, nothing.

Have you not glanced around at your surroundings while in the corridors? They're everywhere.

[lispingzabini-blog]

Agreed.

[nottx]

So straight to the point and simple, Zabini. More people should be like you.

[wil-twycross]

I dunno ‘bout tha’, but t’each his own. Yeh… tha’s- tha’s fair ‘nough.

I try t’be honest every once in a while.

[nottx]

Congratulations. Not being a liar is a good trait to have.

Though having the ability to be one is a useful characteristic that may come in handy.

[monstrue]

[wil-twycross]

Kissin’ is one thing, snoggin’ is another. M’not sayin’ I don’, I jus’ definitely didn’ when I was eleven.

[nottx]

Kissing and snogging, to me, are the same. Fucking -- now fucking is another.

No? Well, Entwhistle, you get credit for honesty.

[nottx]

Bitter | Theo + Lisa

[sioncaro-blog]

Theo’s response elicited a short eye roll from Lisa, though she had been the one bothering him, and she made a ‘Well, no' gesture, in the form of rolling shoulders, at his question. These actions were made to his back, though, because he had already turned around to help her, for which she was thankful. Lisa payed attention, though her mind wanted to continue to rant on about how tired she was from her walk, while he gave her directions, mouthing out what he said, to help her remember. It would be just like her to take the wrong bloody path, even after he'd shown her the right way. “Got it.” She answered, nodding and smiling in his direction. “Thanks.” She'd turned to go that way, her arm dangling at her side, when all of a sudden it wasn't. 

Lisa was shocked, and though her instincts howled for her to pull her wrist away from Theodore’s grip, she didn’t move, for fear that if she did move he would think that she had done something to her hands on purpose, or that someone had done something to her, and then that the situation would escalate. She opened her mouth, ever so slightly, to answer him, but realized that she didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t encompass telling him that she was out in the forbidden forest, in the wee hours of the morning, which he then might tell to the aurors that were crawling the grounds, and get her in trouble.

Eventually, she realized that her open-mouthed staring made her look daft, and she stuttered out a response, making her accent come out far too clearly. “D-d-d’ere wa’ eh bush, eh Ih wa’n’t wearin’ glooves. N’ootin’ ‘appened’.” 

[nottx]

At Lisa's almost incoherent words, expression, and body language, Theo was snapped back into real time in the real world. He cleared his throat and shook his head, dropping the girl's wrist. "I have absolutely no idea what you just said," Theo answered, though he did have a good idea of what she was getting at. Bush, gloves -- end of story, really. It was odd to Theo, his reaction to the cuts on Turpin's hands. A small part of him chalked it up to a momentary lapse in judgement -- he'd forgotten who and where he was (though this was definitely not true) -- but a larger, more subconscious part of Theo knew the real reason he responded to Lisa the way he did. Having witnessed what had happened to his mother at the hands of his father all those years, Theodore had become very, very observational when it came to things of that sort -- cuts, scrapes, gashes, bruises. Not surprisingly, his concern is only exposed when the markings are on a female, and if on a male, Theo won't give the imperfections a second glance. After all, he was a male. And he survived cuts and scrapes and gashes and bruises. His mother, on the other hand, didn't. "You should ... be getting on your way," he went on. Theo was visibly distraught, something he hated being. He didn't like feeling it on the inside either, but showing this sort of emotion outwardly screamed weakness -- and Theo was not weak. Standing up a bit taller, Theodore attempted to regain his complete composure. "If you don't get those treated, you're going to get an infection. Then again, if you'd like your hands amputated, be my guest."

[wil-twycross]

How d’first years even know how t’do that kinda thing?

[nottx]

That's not a question I even want an answer to, Entwhistle.

But it's just kissing. Who doesn't know how to kiss? You asking has to make me assume you don't know, which is rather embarrassing, in my opinion.