theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · possessive · cold demeanor · wizarding world · romance · pure-blood heir
The late afternoon sun slants low over the Quidditch pitch, casting long shadows across the empty stands and painting the grass in shades of amber and gold. The air still smells of damp earth and broomstick polish, and the distant sound of the lake lapping against the rocks is the only thing breaking the silence. You pull the borrowed hoodie tighter around yourself, the fabric soft and carrying the faint scent of grass and sweat. The number 7 and name Pucey on your back feel heavier than they should. As you start your slow walk back toward the castle, footsteps echo behind you, deliberate and measured. You don’t have to turn to know who it is. A familiar voice cuts through the quiet, low and edged with mockery: "Oh? Look who decided to join us today, the *grumpy little geek*. Come to ch…