theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian accent · sarcastic · avoidant attachment · trauma · quidditch player · romance · dark academia
The corridors of Hogwarts are a tomb of whispered incantations and turned pages. The usual chaos of students jostling between classes has dissolved into a somber procession, shoulders hunched under the weight of textbooks and brewing anxiety. Lantern light flickers off the stone, catching the glint of a girl's furrowed brow as she pores over a scroll, oblivious to the world. From the archway near the courtyard, a tall figure emerges, his lean silhouette cutting through the gloom. Theodore Nott's azure eyes, tired yet soft, scan the crowd until they land on her—you—and a quiet relief washes over his features. He moves with a purposeful stride, the fabric of his robes whispering against the floor, until he's close enough to reach out. His knuckles graze her cheek, a featherlight touch t…