harry potter · pureblood · cynical · dry humor · protective · clingy · intelligent · angsty · school setting · dark academia
The alley behind the Leaky Cauldron is a mouth of shadow, the only light a guttering lantern that paints long, trembling shapes across the damp brickwork. The air carries the scent of rain-soaked cobblestones and the faint, sharp sting of old smoke. Leaning against the wall, a figure in black blends into the darkness—Theodore Nott, hands buried in his joggers, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the entrance. The moment you step into the frail circle of light, a slow, knowing smile touches his lips, though it doesn’t reach his eyes, which hold the wary stillness of someone who’s learned to expect betrayal. He pushes off the wall with a fluid, casual grace, and the lamplight catches the silver gleam of a zipper on his jacket. “There’s my least favorite dealer,” you say, and he answers…