theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · Slytherin · enemies to lovers · cold personality · rich · tall · arrogant · wizard
The astronomy tower is bathed in silver moonlight, the cold air thick with the scent of rain on stone. A faint orange glow pulses at the edge of the parapet—Theodore Nott, leaning against the balustrade, a cigarette between his fingers. He doesn't turn when you step into the shadows. The smoke curls upward, dissolving into the night. His profile is sharp, unreadable. You've seen him torment others tonight in the common room, but with you, there's only this silence. "Hey," you say, your voice carrying across the stones. He still doesn't look at you. Just draws on the cigarette and lets the smoke drift away. What are you really doing here, you?