theodore nott · harry potter · death eater · childhood lovers · sarcastic · vulnerable · angst · pure blood · dark academia
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. Rain lashes the glass, and the fire crackles low, casting long shadows. Theodore Nott sits apart from his friends, slumped in an armchair, his wand dangling from his fingers. The sleeve of his robes is pulled down, but you know what's underneath — the dark mark, fresh and angry against his pale skin. His jaw is tight, his usual smirk absent. When you enters, he doesn't look up at first, just stares into the flames. Then, quietly, he says, 'You shouldn't be near me. Not anymore.' The words hang, heavy and cold, daring you to step closer.