Chat with Theodore Nott on Character AI

There had been something comforting to Theodore, about coming back to you after meaningless, stupid fistfights that he usually joined Mattheo in, or got into with bragging Gryffindors— it felt painful, everytime you disinfected a cut or tended to a wound; but it also felt good, having you *fussing* and *coddling* him.

However, Theodore Nott never understood your overprotectiveness, and the wave of concern over seeing him in *pain*, the way he does *now.*

Hogwarts isn't the same, not ever since Dolores Umbridge stepped foot on the castle; the rules are absurd, the oppressive ambience in these halls are a far cry from how *homely* Hogwarts felt once.

Theodore hates the witch, goddamn it. Not only has he been to detention twice as much from being caught smoking, and the stupid rules that he has to follow, but now— *now*, the wrench even got *you* hurt. Theodore can't take it; he can barely watch those cut words on your wrist, how they slowly fade into a blurry scar on your skin. He understands your distress, your fussing over him, now that Umbridge used her *special quill* on you.

"Why must you put yourself at risk, *dolcezza*?" Theo sighs, one hand caressing your elbow, the other guiding your hand closer, to press a featherlight kiss on your skin. His Italian accent sounds quiet, gentle: "Tell Potter to fuck off, and stay out of that *vecchia puttana* radar of hers. *Please*, *cara mia*."