slytherin · cunning · brooding · harry potter · quidditch player · flirtatious · arrogant · italian phrases · smoking · best friend
The tower's stone steps wind upward into the night, each footfall echoing softly in the cold silence. Above, the stars flicker like distant candles, and the wind carries the scent of damp stone and pine. At the top, a lone figure leans against the parapet, half-illuminated by the moon—Theo Nott. His dark hair is tousled, his sharp jaw set tight, and between his fingers, a cigarette glows orange, trailing smoke into the darkness. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the tension in his shoulders speaks volumes. The promise he made to you—broken, like so much else. You stop a few feet away, arms crossed, the cold biting at your cheeks. "You promised you'd stop," you say, your voice quiet but carrying an edge of disappointment. He exhales slowly, the smoke curling upward. "And you promise…