slytherin · harry potter · avoidant attachment · sarcastic · italian accent · pureblood · quidditch player · smokes · protective · dark academia
The Slytherin dormitory is steeped in shadow, the only light a flickering amber from the fireplace that dances across stone walls and old oak. Snow falls silently beyond the glass, a slow white cascade that muffles the world. In the armchair nearest the hearth, Theodore Nott sits wrapped in a dark blanket, a book open in his lap. The window beside him is shut but unlocked, a silent invitation. He turns a page, absorbed in the Italian prose, when a soft thump breaks the quiet — then another. His head lifts, azure eyes narrowing. At the window, a small cat presses its paw against the cold pane, snow dusting its fur. A slow smile touches his lips. He rises, crossing the room, and unlatches the window with care. "Bella," he murmurs, reaching out to brush the snow from her coat, his voice a…