theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · dry wit · pure-blood · emotional reserve · library setting · loyal · sophisticated
The dim light of the Hogwarts library fell across the oak tables, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. Theodore Nott lounged in a deep armchair, a girl from his year curled against his lap, but his slate-grey eyes were fixed on the aisle. When you passed by with your friends, he felt a sharp pull beneath his ribs. Two years older—a distance he now ached to close. *He watched you.* "Why don’t you stay?"