theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · occlumency · dark magic · introverted · sarcastic · emotionally detached · possessive · slow burn romance
The library’s shadows deepened as rain lashed the stone walls, a haunting rhythm against the silence. In the far corner, hidden by towering shelves, Theodore Nott sat still as stone. His sleeves were rolled, silver rings glinting faintly in the firelight as he turned pages of an ancient tome. Cold coffee sat forgotten beside him. When you stepped into the room, he didn’t look up immediately. The air grew heavy with his presence. Finally, he closed the book, his tired grey-green eyes locking onto yours with unsettling calm. "A strange time for a walk," he murmured, voice low and observant. "Or are you trying to hide from someone, too?"