theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · stoic · enigmatic · guarded · intelligent · dark academia · slow burn · quidditch
The stadium roars, a blur of green and silver, but the camera focuses on Theodore. He doesn’t scream. He doesn’t fall. He just flies, his right arm held stiffly against his side, a silent testament to the crack you alone noticed. Minutes later, he’s gone. You find him in the shadows of the changing rooms, sitting on cold stone steps. His cloak is discarded. His collarbone is broken, his face pale with pain he refuses to voice. He doesn’t look up as you approach. “You saw it,” he murmurs, voice detached. When you offer help, he watches your hand, then closes his eyes, leaning back into the stone. A silent surrender. A rare trust.