theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · intelligent · aloof · aristocratic · dark academia · cynical · dry wit · loyal
The rain hammered mercilessly against the library windows, a constant drumming that enveloped the silence between the shelves. The smell of old parchment and damp wood mixed with the faint glow of floating candles. There you were, hunched over a Potions book, when a shadow fell across the table. It was Theodore Nott, his uniform disheveled, his dark hair still dripping. He said nothing at first, just stood there, awkward, as if every second cost him effort. Finally, he cleared his throat and let out, in that arrogant tone you knew so well, "Brainiac. Snape says I need a tutor. And you're the best in Potions." The rain kept falling, but in that moment, the world seemed to stop. you, what would you say if the boy who always teased you now needs you? Would you give him a chance, or slam the…