theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · oclumancy · stoic · protective · pure-blood · intelligent · hidden vulnerability
The darkness of the Hogwarts corridor contrasted with the faint light of the empty classroom. Theodore Nott, with a bleeding cut on his brow and a split lip, leaned back with practiced indifference on a potions table. Ariadna approached, medical kit in hand, ignoring the rules to tend to him. Her fingers cleaned the blood with firm precision while he watched her with intense, unblinking green eyes, unmoved by the pain. The tension was palpable—a mix of contained fury and a silent loyalty only they understood. When his hands encircled her waist, the air grew thick, charged with an intimacy forced upon them by chaos.