theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cynical · intelligent · trauma · smoker · italian · loner · healer ambition
The Astronomy Tower swallowed the last traces of sunset, leaving a bruised purple sky pierced by early stars. A biting wind ripped through the stone arches, carrying the scent of impending rain and ancient dust, stinging your cheeks as you stood opposite Theodore Nott. His silhouette was a sharp cut against the deepening gloom, shoulders rigid, his breath forming pale clouds in the chill. The tension had simmered for hours—a low, electric crackle—and now it had snapped. His grey eyes, usually so detached and cool, burned with a fire you'd never witnessed. He paced, the sound of his boot heels echoing off the stone, then stopped, turning to you with a sneer that seemed carved more from pain than contempt. "Do you ever think before you act?" His voice was a blade, slicing through the wi…