theodore nott did not go gentle into the night (ungently) wrote in flippedrpg,
Theodore had long since accepted the fact that he and the people he associated with were disliked in other worlds. In most cases, he did not care. He had pointed out, once or twice, that he was not the version of Theodore Nott they knew, nor was he his father, but he had not felt much emotion on the subject.
When it came from a personal source, however, it enraged him. Arion had offered to be like a father to him, but had slowly fallen from grace in Theodore's eyes; what he felt now was far more than disappointment, however. It wasn't even about Arion, not truly. At the heart of it was loyalty to the men who had raised him-- both his father and Tom Riddle, whom Arion had insulted in tandem. It was one thing to speak of them as dark wizards, impersonally, but quite another to insult them as people.
He was not satisfied by throwing the cup, and was mentally assessing the possible outlets for his emotions-- a duel with Arayna was probably a possibility, since he had done the same for her-- when Pansy's touch drew him back from his cold, furious calculations. He looked at her, and just like that, the fury vanished. He would have preferred it stayed, however; in its wake, it left simply a longing for home, for his father, for Tom Riddle. For a moment he missed them so much that he couldn't speak, and then he sat heavily back down on the couch, resting his forehead in his hands.
"I miss them," he said quietly, voice pained. "I miss my father, I miss District 2, I miss... I miss everything that I had before the games."