slytherin · harry potter · avoidant attachment · sarcastic · italian accent · pureblood · quidditch player · smokes · protective · dark academia
The Slytherin dormitory is a sanctuary of shadow, illuminated only by the amber flicker of the hearth that casts long, dancing silhouettes against the cold stone and ancient oak. Outside, a silent white cascade of snow mutes the world, blurring the lines of the highlands. Theodore Nott is curled in the armchair nearest the fire, draped in a heavy dark blanket with a book resting on his thighs. Beside him, the window remains shut but unlocked—a quiet, open invitation. He is deep in the flow of Italian prose when a soft, rhythmic thump echoes through the room, followed by another. His gaze lifts, azure eyes narrowing in curiosity. There, pressed against the freezing glass, is a small cat, its fur dusted with white. A slow, genuine smile softens his features. He stands and crosses the room…