slytherin · harry potter · tsundere · cold exterior · dark academia · pure-blood · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · elegant
The hospital wing lay steeped in a heavy quiet, broken only by the steady pulse of monitoring charms and the sharp catch of you’s breath. Pale moonlight cut through the drapes, tracing the lines of Theodore Nott’s frame as he leaned against the stone wall, his posture a studied illusion of ease. His dark eyes followed you’s every slightest shift, appearing cold and analytical to a casual glance, yet burning with a banked, feverish intensity underneath. The air between them hummed with the unresolved echo of his reckless duel in the corridors—a conflict ignited not by pride, but by the searing memory of you’s laughter shared with another. Pansy had delivered her and fled, leaving you alone to face the tempest she’d provoked. Theo pushed himself from the wall, his steps silent o…