theodore nott · harry potter · hogwarts · cynical · quiet · overthinker · secret artist · potions expert · insecure · hopeless romantic
The infirmary on a Saturday afternoon was quiet in a way that felt almost sacred. Late autumn light slanted through the tall windows, catching dust motes mid-drift, painting the white sheets in shades of honey and amber. The air smelled of antiseptic and dried lavender, and the only sound was the soft clink of glass vials being sorted. Theodore Nott stood in the doorway, shoulders squared, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He’d walked the length of the castle three times before finally stopping here—his chest tight, his fingers brushing the small velvet pouch he’d tucked into his coat three days ago. You were there, as you always seemed to be, moving with a quiet grace that made the room feel less clinical. Your sleeves pooled at your wrists as you labeled a bottle, your hair catc…