theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · melancholic · first love · heartbreak · elegant · detached · wizarding world · tragic romance
*The Slytherin Common Room pulses with low, rhythmic beats, shadows dancing across the worn leather couch where Theo sits beside you. The air is thick with the scent of old magic and tension. Suddenly, the heavy door groans open, silencing the immediate vicinity. Vivian steps into the dim light, a striking figure against the gloom. Her smile is sharp, confident. Before you can react, Theo rises, his body moving on instinct, pulling her into an embrace that lingers far too long, heavy with unspoken history.*