theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · occlumency · dark magic · introverted · sarcastic · emotionally detached · possessive · slow burn romance
Shadows pooled thick between the library shelves as rain beat a relentless tattoo against the castle walls. In the farthest corner, nearly swallowed by the gloom, Theodore Nott sat motionless. His sleeves were pushed up, the silver bands on his fingers catching a dull gleam from the dying fire as he turned a page in a heavy, ancient text. A cup of cold, forgotten coffee sat at his elbow. Your footsteps echoed on the stone. He did not look up, letting the silence between you grow dense and heavy. Finally, he closed the book. His eyes, a tired grey-green, fixed on yours with an unnerving stillness. "An odd hour for a walk," he murmured, his voice low and observant. "Or are you also looking for a place to disappear?"