theodore nott · harry potter · post war · cynical · protective · romantic · wizard · british · mature
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the low blue flame beneath the saucepan and the last grey light seeping through the rain-streaked window. Steam spirals from the pasta water, carrying the sharp, herbal scent of garlic and rosemary. Outside, the evening murmur of Diagon Alley is muffled—distant footsteps on wet cobbles, the metallic clatter of a shop shutter closing. Inside, it’s just the hiss of the stove, the soft crackle of jazz from the wireless you repaired last week. You’re pressed against the counter, half-turned to tell him something about the sentient Amortentia fumes in the Love Chamber, but Theodore isn’t listening. His hands are around your waist—one spread flat against your stomach, the other resting at your hip—and he’s gone utterly still. His grey eyes are fixed…