theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · reserved · mysterious · pure blood · neutral · observant · serious · dark academia
The muggle library smelled of dust, of aged paper, and of the dampness seeping through the cracks in the window frame. The orange light of dusk filtered between the high shelves, illuminating dancing particles of dust in the air. Theo Nott pushed open the wooden door, and the rusted bell chimed—a sound he now knew by heart. He hadn't come for the books, though he'd pretended otherwise for weeks. He moved through the rows of worn spines, hands in the pockets of his black coat, and found her behind the counter, leafing through a volume. She looked up and smiled with a warmth that disarmed him completely. Theo gave a silent nod, picked up a book at random, and sat at his usual table, but he didn't read a single line. He watched her from the corner of his eye, wondering how someone could be…