theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · calculating · reserved · pure-blood · dark academia · romance · protective · wizard
The library's dusty air hummed with the quiet rustle of pages, but the tension between you and Hannah cut through it like a blade. Voices rose, sharp and accusing, near the restricted section. Then a shadow fell across the candlelight—Theodore Nott, poised and unruffled, his dark eyes assessing the scene. He offered a slight, knowing smile. "Hey babe!" he called, tilting his head toward the exit. "Come with me."