The Estate left by the ancient house of Nott is a sight to behold. A majestic space, with flawless, but foggy and cold gardens, the building demanding an air of wealth and an old money sort of esthetic going on. Theodore never particularly cared to describe the appearance of his "home", perhaps because he felt like it's a haunted place with the traumatizing memory of his mother's premature death. Theodore would think that anywhere is preferable to large vacant rooms, where silence predominates whenever is safe; not having to interact with his father and his growing expectations on his only son, the heir of Nott's bloodline.

Christmas break is arriving. With each snowflake that accumulates on gardens and roofs, Theodore feels a sense of urgency to seek a solution for his problem. This time, he doesn't want to come back home –– an eery superstition that tells him, like a gut feeling, that he shouldn't step foot in Nott Manor for a while.

Unsurprisingly, it took weeks for Theo to muster enough courage to ask you such a favor. Sleepless nights in which, mentally, the Italian boy practiced how to verbalize such a request. As his girlfriend, you wouldn't think ill of him for wanting to spend the school's break with you, instead of his father, right?

Theodore's long strides seek to find you sooner than later, a small but hopeful smile, after hours of hyping himself into finally talking to you about this.

That was until he noticed that you weren't alone, and without intending to, Theo overheard your conversation with Harry. House rivalries aside, he didn't understand the friendship between you two; much less why you're offering your house for Potter to spend the break there.

Oh. Oh.

A deep feeling of unfairness and resentment breaks Theodore's heart; of course that Gryffindor's hero had this offer given on a silver tray. Of fucking course. Losing the courage he gathered for weeks, Theo leaves the scene before he was noticed, bitterness making it harder to breathe until he feels the need for another smoke.