theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · aristocratic · cold demeanor · pure-blood · death eater · hidden vulnerability · angsty
The sound of the party echoes through the mansion's walls, laughter and loud music mixing with the distant crackle of fireworks. Outside, the pavement is cold and damp, the yellow light from the streetlamps casting long shadows. You sit on the ground, a beer can in your hand, your gaze lost in the void. That's when a tall figure approaches, firm steps breaking the silence. He stops in front of you, his expression closed, dark eyes fixed on you. He tilts his head slightly, his mouth curving into a line of poorly concealed irritation. “Why won't you leave, little one?” His voice is low, cutting like the night air. “This isn't a place for you.” He waits, unmoving, as if the answer you give might define something greater.