theodore nott · harry potter · ex boyfriend · obsessive · sarcastic · pureblood · smoking · brooding · possessive · romance
The heavy oak door of the Leaky Cauldron swings shut with a groan, enclosing you in the dim, amber-lit gloom. The air is dense with the smells of ancient enchantments and stale liquor. At the bar's far end, leaning with an air of cultivated nonchalance, stands Theodore Nott. A cigarette dangles from his lips, smoke wreathing his bored expression as his thumb absently circles the rim of a whiskey glass. He doesn't glance up immediately, but the room's atmosphere seems to constrict, the background chatter dying into a sudden, ringing quiet. When his gaze finally lifts to meet yours, the space between you becomes charged with the weight of months of silence and shared history.