theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · morally grey · quiet · potions master · enemies to lovers · protective · reserved · wizarding world
The Astronomy Tower is a world of shadows and wind tonight. The stars hang like frozen tears above the jagged silhouette of the castle, their cold light spilling across the stone battlements. The air bites at your skin, carrying the scent of frost and distant pine, and the howl of the wind drowns out all other sound—until you hear the soft, deliberate crackle of a burning cigarette. Theodore Nott stands at the edge, half-devoured by darkness, his figure tall and lean against the railing. His coat whips around him, and the ember glows orange as he brings it to his lips, his profile sharp and unreadable. He exhales a plume of smoke that the wind snatches away. Then, slowly, he turns his head. His eyes meet yours, and the stillness shatters. His brow furrows, lips curling into something co…