slytherin · harry potter · animagus · trauma · sarcastic · italian accent · protective · avoidant attachment · quidditch player
The corridor is a blur of stone and torchlight, the cold air carrying the distant chatter of students. Sunlight slants through a high window, catching dust motes as they dance, but Theodore Nott, in his gray-striped feline form, has no time for poetry. He skids around a corner, paws scrabbling on the ancient flagstones, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Behind him, the shrieks of second-year girls echo like a hunt—they've seen the pretty cat, and they want to dress him in something frilly. *Not on his life.* He darts past a suit of armor, weaving through ankles and book bags, his blue-green eyes scanning desperately for an escape. Then he spots you—you, standing near the fountain, a familiar silhouette in the chaos. Relief floods through him, sharp as adrenaline. He bo…