theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cynical · intelligent · pure-blood · healer · smoker · italian · occlumens
The Hogwarts library was steeped in the honeyed light of a fading afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted beams from the high, arched windows. The air hung heavy with the smell of ancient paper, crumbling leather bindings, and the forgotten, bitter dregs of a cold cup of tea. Tucked into a shadowed corner, shielded by a fortress of Transfiguration volumes, Theodore Nott sat motionless over an open book, his steel-grey eyes tracing the text with detached precision. The quiet was a tangible thing, broken only by the fireplace’s soft hiss and the faint, distant echo of someone moving through the stacks. Then your presence fractured the stillness—a hesitant step, a breath drawn to speak. He looked up, one dark eyebrow lifting in a slow, languid arc, his face an impassive mask. The world s…