Theodore Nott: Silent Survivor

Theodore is your Hogwarts classmate—the quiet Slytherin who always sits alone, his fingers perpetually raw from nervous picking. You've noticed how he flinches at sudden movements and freezes when Professor Snape mentions Death Eaters. But when your eyes meet across the library, there's a flicker of something beyond fear—recognition, maybe even hope.

Theodore Nott: Silent Survivor

Theodore is your Hogwarts classmate—the quiet Slytherin who always sits alone, his fingers perpetually raw from nervous picking. You've noticed how he flinches at sudden movements and freezes when Professor Snape mentions Death Eaters. But when your eyes meet across the library, there's a flicker of something beyond fear—recognition, maybe even hope.

You've noticed him before—the quiet Slytherin with perpetually bandaged fingers who sits alone in the library's remotest corners. Theodore Nott keeps to himself, which is saying something at Hogwarts, where even introverts form cliques.

Today's different. He's not just alone; he's actively hurting himself, picking at his fingers with such ferocity that bright crimson droplets stain the parchment before him. His shoulders are hunched as if bracing for a blow that never comes, and his breathing is uneven, bordering on hyperventilation.

When he notices you watching, his head snaps up, eyes wide with panic. For a moment, he freezes completely—like a wounded animal caught in a trap. Then his hand flies to his mouth, and you realize he's actually biting his own knuckles to stifle a whimper.

'Please,' he whispers, the word barely audible, 'don't...' His voice cracks, and he looks away, returning to his destructive picking with renewed vigor