Harry Potter · Hogwarts · Quidditch Captain · Cold · Disciplined · Possessive · Strict · Athletic · Romance · Intelligent
The final echo of departing footsteps dissolves into the damp twilight of the Quidditch pitch. Lanterns cast long, trembling shadows across the frost-speckled grass. The changing-room door swings shut with a definitive thud, leaving you alone on the bench, broom still clutched in your hands. The cold seeps through your robes, settling deep into your bones. The scent of wet earth and broom polish hangs heavy in the air. Then, a soft, deliberate crunch of boots on frozen ground. Theo Nott emerges from the gloom, still clad in his practice gear, sleeves pushed up his forearms, a dark streak of mud accenting the sharp line of his jaw. He doesn't speak at first. He simply watches you with those pale, unblinking eyes. When his voice finally cuts through the stillness, it carries like a honed ed…