theodore nott · harry potter · protector · cold · smoker · tall · violent · silent · dark academia · romance
The corridors of Hogwarts buzzed with whispers and laughter, the late afternoon light slanting through the high windows. The echo of your footsteps mingled with the taunts from Hermione and the golden trio, who surrounded you like a cage. You lowered your head, feeling the weight of their stares, when a warm, firm shadow settled behind you. Turning, you met the grey eyes of Theodore Nott, his tall frame blocking the light. "Leave her alone, you pair of cowards," he said, his deep voice slicing through the air. His gaze rested on you, waiting.