theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · romantic · wealthy · italian accent · cheeky · wizard · flower shop
Rain painted the cobbles of magical London a slick, dark grey. Theodore Nott stopped beneath a dripping awning, the steam from his coffee curling into the damp air. His gaze—keen and blue—fixed on the warm glow of a florist’s window. Inside, you moved among the blossoms, your fingers gentle as you arranged stems, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. That small, concentrated smile of yours held him there. Without another thought, he straightened his coat and pushed the shop door open, a faint chime marking his entry.