Feb 22, 2019
theo & vera
our love made angels weep. if i must perish then i will.
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theo & vera
our love made angels weep. if i must perish then i will.
okay so hear me out.
theodore nott fell in love with her - silently. nobody knew, not even he did. not only was she a ravenclaw but of lesser blood as well.
a mudblood
she played for her houses quidditch team as a chaser. she was good - maybe one of the best even.
quick wit and a kind heart
he didn’t allow himself to feel the things he did
until
snape noticed that theo was behaving differently around her - unconsciously - but it was seemingly obvious to the teacher.
after class snape asked theo to stay briefly. very quietly, almost threateningly so, he revealed his past, his love for a mudblood years ago and where it got him.
he was given a warning.
theo would look back on this moment countless times for years to come
he thought about his parents, how unhappy his mother was in her marriage until the day she died.
he thought about his aunts and uncles, befriended couples. a lot of them were miserable with each other, tearing one another down.
only seeing their partners blood.
it took him months to accept his feelings and even more to approach her
he didn’t talk much, but she felt how his energy had shifted, how he looked at her
before they ever exchanged as much as a “hello”, their hands brushed against each other during class.
when they studied in the library they sat next to each other, their forearms barely touching.
he kissed her for the first time after umbridge had given her detention for catching her briefly intertwining her pinky finger with his when they were passing each other in the hallway.
the back of her hand read: “i mustn’t whore myself out for pureblood wizards”
his kiss was tender. his love was tender.
“is this a deathwish?” she asked him
“everything i’ve done to stay alive made me feel like i was dead. you- make me feel like i have a soul.”
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-dice, con voz melosa.-
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