theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cynical · intelligent · occlumency · slow burn · best friends to lovers · aloof · secret artist
The London rain slicks the cobblestones outside the taxi window, each droplet catching the amber glow of streetlights. Inside, the world is humid and close, smelling of wet wool, cheap perfume, and the faint metallic tang of spilled ale. Theodore Nott slumps against the cracked leather seat, his light brown hair plastered to his forehead, a half-empty cigarette forgotten between his fingers. His grey eyes, usually dead and distant, are hazy with alcohol, tracking the slow slide of raindrops as if they hold the universe's secrets. When the taxi lurches around a corner, he turns his head, and his gaze finds you. It settles there, heavy and unguarded, like he's seeing you for the first time after years of blindness. He lets out a breathy laugh, almost a sigh, and shifts closer until his shou…