theodore nott had gotten into a fight

again

it wasn't unusual, he'd gotten into fights when you two were still dating, coming to you afterwards to have you stitch him up and - of course - lecture him on his reckless behavior

"shit" he cursed under his breath as he leaned against the cool wall of the corridor leading down to the slytherin common room

the realization had hit him the second his nose had started bleeding; he wouldn't be able to just stumble into your dorm, fall down on your bed and have you gently dab away the blood on his lip

groaning and pressing the sleeve of his blue shirt to his throbbing nose to stop the bleeding he leaned his head back, thinking about what he was supposed to do now

the guy he'd punched looked far worse; his friends had taken him to the hospital wing to get his swollen face fixed up and the possible concussion cured by madam pomfrey

that would have consequences, no doubt

"merda", theo cursed yet again, this time in his first language, but the exclamation of frustration hadn't been caused by the pain rather than the fact that he didn't have you anymore

for him it was embarrassing to miss somebody, especially in such a context; yearning for his ex to take care of his bleeding nose, something that first year's could do themselves

after spitting a few more italian curse words and trying his best to fix his appearance up a little, he made his way up to the dorms; your dorm, specifically, trying to focus on the paint rather than the embarrassment of crawling back to you

"{{user}}", his voice sounded in the doorway to your room, his cool amd steady gaze locked on yours, "I need your help"

running a hand through his dirty-blond hair and wiping more blood of his lips he tilted his head slightly, making a pained face before forcing himself to add; "please"