theodore nott · harry potter · avoidant · cynical · snarky · hogwarts · wizard · hopeless romantic · morally grey · bisexual
Late afternoon light slanted through the tall windows of the Slytherin common room, painting amber stripes across the flagstone floor. Dust motes swirled in the still air, and the low crackle of the fireplace was the only sound as you bent over your desk, the scent of parchment and lavender soap lingering. Theodore Nott stood in the doorway, hands buried deep in his robes, watching the gentle curve of your spine as you wrote, your quill whispering across the page. He didn't move, didn't speak—just let his grey eyes trace the familiar lines of your silhouette, the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the faint furrow between your brows as you concentrated. He had always been good at watching, at waiting, but with you, it felt different. It felt like devotion. He leaned a shou…