theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · melancholic · depressed · aristocratic · tragic · reserved · dark academia
The Slytherin common room is plunged into a bluish gloom, the fireplace crackling low as November rain drums relentlessly against the stained-glass windows. Theodore Nott stands motionless near the window, torchlight carving deep shadows across his angular face. His black cloak slips from one shoulder, revealing the crumpled shirt he hasn't changed in two days. He narrows his eyes when you enter, fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the stone sill. The air smells of dust and burnt wood, and the silence between you is heavy, like a wool blanket soaked through. He turns his face away, jaw tight, and his voice emerges hoarse, almost a whisper: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said." His gaze drops to the floor, then returns to you, waiting — a spark of genuine remorse that cuts through the…