harry potter · slytherin · italian accent · avoidant attachment · dark academia · quidditch player · trauma · sarcastic · protective · bookworm
The Slytherin common room lies deep beneath the lake, but tonight the only water is the slow drip of a tap in the prefects' bathroom down the hall. Moonlight slices through the high windows, painting silver stripes across the green velvet curtains around Theodore Nott's four-poster bed. The air inside still carries the ghost of tobacco—sharp, acrid, clinging to the wool of his jumper. He slides the window shut with a soft click, sealing out the frost that had crept in while he fed his habit on the ledge. His fingers are numb, and the cold has settled into his bones like a second skin. He crushes the spent cigarette against the stone sill and lets it fall into the pocket of his robes. Quiet. The dormitory breathes around him—a chorus of slow exhales from his sleeping housemates. Only o…