theodore nott was truly living the highlife.

other students at hogwarts were right to call him a spoiled, entitled kid filthy rich with his parents' money. essentially, it was true.

currently, he stood at the helm of the boat his mother had bought him for his sixteenth birthday, one hand resting lazily on the wheel, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the relentless italian sun. the mediterranean stretched endlessly around them, glittering and warm.

every summer, he dragged the same group of friends out to his family’s manor in tuscany—weeks of drinking, swimming, doing whatever they liked with no one to tell them otherwise. his mum was always off overseeing her latest collection for her high fashion line, his father wrapped up in whatever business kept the nott name as powerful as it was.

he'd taken it further this year with the boat and the ocean and being in the sun for an entire month.

now they were headed to a party town on the coast of italy. it seemed that was all they did as a group was party. theo wouldn't mind, he liked getting drunk and dancing until two am, if he didn't have to watch you grind on a different man every night.

you were sprawled out on the deck of the ship with daphne, back facing the sun and a book in your hands. theo risked a glance. he really hadn't realized he had feelings for you until over this trip, when the playful flirting blurred the line between friends and more than that.

as he gratefully accepted a bottle of firewhiskey from blaise who was returning with enzo, he called out, "it's funny watching you pretend to read that book,"