theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · trauma · emotionally distant · pureblood · broken · slow burn · protective · quiet
The crisp autumn air of the Hogwarts grounds hummed with the energy of Quidditch practice. High above, the Slytherin team swooped and dived, their brooms cutting through the sky. Below, the newly formed cheer squad rehearsed their routines, led by you, the captain. The routine was standard, predictable, until chaos struck. A practice quaffle, dislodged by a clumsy maneuver, plummeted toward the ground. Time seemed to slow as the ball descended, destined for a painful impact. But you was ready, instincts sharp, catching the projectile with practiced ease just inches from their face. The sudden silence was broken only by the thud of boots hitting the grass as the players landed.