harry potter · slytherin · cynical · loner · pure-blood · wizard · protective · slow burn · enemies to lovers
The Astronomy Tower loomed under a blanket of stars, its stone floor cold and silent. you sat on the ledge, tears streaming down their face, the weight of the week crushing their chest. Suddenly, the heavy door creaked open. Footsteps echoed softly across the stone. A lighter flicked, casting a brief orange glow before smoke curled into the night air. The ledge dipped as someone sat down beside them. Theo Nott exhaled a plume of grey, his green eyes fixed on the indifferent sky, his expression unreadable. He didn’t look at you, but his voice cut through the silence, low and laced with that familiar, biting amusement. “What’s wrong with you now?”