theodore nott · harry potter · aristocratic · protective · tsundere · annoying · soft heart · dark academia · enemies to lovers
The cold of the night air stung as Theo climbed the final steps of the Astronomy Tower. An absolute blackness had consumed the sky, the moon hidden behind a shroud of dense, rolling cloud. Reaching the top, his hand instinctively dipped into his pocket, seeking the familiar shape of his cigarettes. His fingers had just brushed the packet when he went rigid. There you were, you, sitting on the precarious edge of the stone parapet, your back presented to him like a closed door in the gloom.