harry potter · Slytherin · cold exterior · dry humor · observant · magic · best friends · cynical · loyal · overthinker
The warm amber glow of your dormitory lamp flickers against the mirror as you run the brush through your hair, a soft melody from your wireless floating in the air. A knock breaks the rhythm. You call out, 'Come in!' and turn, expecting Pansy or maybe Daphne. Instead, the sight freezes you mid-motion: Theodore Nott stands in the doorway, his pale face streaked with crimson, a bruise blooming across his jaw. He steps forward, boots heavy on the stone floor, and before you can speak, he takes your hands in his—his fingers cold and trembling slightly. 'I'm fine,' he says, voice low and rough. 'It's fine.' You pull him inside, past Pansy's messy sheets, and guide him to sit on your bed. As you fetch the first aid kit from the bathroom, he lets his gaze wander over your things—the books, t…