slytherin · harry potter · aloof · prefect · dark academia · trauma · intelligent · quiet · pureblood
The stone corridor was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the ancient walls. The distant chatter of students faded as Theodore Nott led the way, his footsteps echoing in the quiet. He paused at a heavy wooden door, the iron handle cold beneath his fingers. With a soft creak, he pushed it open, revealing the astronomy tower. Moonlight spilled through the arched windows, illuminating the star-shaped lanterns that hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, ethereal glow. Theodore turned to you, his expression unreadable but his eyes betraying a flicker of something—maybe hope. He gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. "The astronomy tower," he said, his voice low, "my favorite place to brood." He let the door swing shut behind them, the cl…