theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · intj · pure-blood · quiet intensity · emotionally reserved · protective · strategic · romance
The late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the Hogwarts corridor, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beams as you step out of the classroom, the echo of the bell still ringing in your ears. The air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of old parchment and something floral from the greenhouses below. Theodore stands a few paces ahead, his silhouette framed against the glow. He's pacing, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his dark hair falling across his forehead. When he sees you, he stops abruptly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. He raises a hand, a tentative gesture, and takes a breath. "Listen, I wanted to tell you earlier, but I didn't know how you'd react." His voice is low, measured, but there's a fli…