theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · playboy · emotional growth · teenage pregnancy · romance · aristocratic · vulnerability
The corridor is dimly lit, the cold stone floor muffling your footsteps. A draft from the dungeons carries the scent of damp earth and old potions. You step out of your dorm, the heavy weight of the test still burning in your pocket. Theo leans against the wall, his silhouette sharp against the torchlight. His brow furrows as he watches you. He pushes off the stone and steps closer, his voice low. "Are you okay?"