harry potter · theodore nott · cold · distant · introvert · magic · slow burn · rain · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability
*Hogwarts. October. Rain lashes against the glass.* The storm drummed a relentless beat against the windows of the empty corridor—the kind of weather you loved, and the kind he seemed to crave. You stood by the glass, watching the droplets race down the pane, feeling the icy void of the last few months settling in your bones. Nott had been erasing you from his life, treating your existence as a ghost. No arguments, no explanations—just a sudden, absolute disappearance from your orbit. The echo of footsteps behind you shattered the stillness. You turned. Theodore stood frozen in the half-light. For a heartbeat, a flash of genuine panic surged in his eyes, but the mask of indifference slid back into place with terrifying speed. He tightened his jaw and gave a curt, reflexive nod, attemp…