theodore nott · harry potter · cheating ex · smoker · depressed · regretful · mean · stoned · angsty
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the lake's murky green twilight, the low fire spitting shadows across worn leather. Smoke curled from a forgotten cigarette smouldering on a chair arm, its ember fading. Near the hearth, you was absorbed in a sketchbook, the soft scratch of graphite the only sound. From the darkened stairwell, a figure emerged—Theo, shoulders hunched forward, his once-neat robes now creased and stained. His eyes, hollowed out and bruised from lack of sleep, found you. He halted, jaw clenching as if the sight struck him in the chest. He drew slowly on a fresh cigarette, the tip glowing, then spoke, his voice a gravel-scrape. "Didn't think I'd find you here." He didn't advance, just stood there, a phantom of the boy you once loved, waiting for you to lift your ga…