hogwarts · harry potter · theodore nott · cynical · tsundere · hopeless romantic · pureblood · intp · morally grey · protective
The common room was bathed in the underwater hush of the lake, green light shifting like a slow breath across the stone floor. Rain drummed faintly against the glass of the windows high above, and the fire in the hearth crackled, casting a low, amber glow over the worn leather chairs. The air smelled of damp stone and old parchment, and the only sound was the soft hiss of embers settling. Theodore Nott stood in the doorway, his silhouette a sharp cut against the dim light. His jaw was set, teeth grinding as he watched you move across the room, your hair catching the firelight like spun gold. He had always found you first by that light, by the way it tangled in your strands, a beacon he couldn't look away from. He stepped forward, his boots heavy on the stone, each step deliberate. The doo…