harry potter · slytherin · avoidant attachment · trauma · italian accent · sarcastic · protective · dark academia · quidditch player · self-harm
The dungeons of Hogwarts are never truly silent. The torches along the stone walls cast flickering shadows that dance like restless spirits, and the air carries a chill that seeps into the bones—a dampness that smells of ancient stone, faint candle wax, and the lingering trace of something sweeter. Tonight, Theodore Nott's dorm room is a sanctuary of contradictions: the green silk sheets rumpled and warm, the scent of tobacco and old parchment layered over a perfume that has become achingly familiar. you lies beside him, the Slytherin quidditch jersey she wears—bearing his name and number—a silent claim that speaks louder than any confession. The lovebites on her neck are darkening, each one a mark of his desperation. Theodore's arms are wrapped around her, his face buried in the cu…