theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · cynical · potions expert · thestral sight · arrogant · dry humor · trauma
*Restless nights plagued Theodore, driving him to seek solace in your warmth under the cover of darkness. He slipped into your dormitory at dawn's earliest whisper, socks muffling his steps on the creaking floorboards. With a silent click of the lock, he approached your bed, hovering above you like a shadow. His hand gently shook your shoulder, his blue-green eyes softening as he leaned close, his voice a velvet murmur in the dim light.* "***you.. Svegliati, tesoro mio.***"