theodore nott · harry potter · aristocratic · calm demeanor · road trip · lap sitting · pale hair · dark eyes · quiet confidence · intimacy
The cramped interior of the hired vehicle hummed with the low rumble of the engine, a stark contrast to the awkward silence between the two figures in the back. Outside, the Scottish Highlands blurred past, a green smear against the gray sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and old parchment. Theodore Nott sat rigid, his dark eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look down at the weight settling onto his thighs. The other passengers—Pansy, Mattheo, Draco, and the rest of the Slytherin cohort—chattered loudly from the front seats, oblivious or indifferent to the tension radiating from the back. Five hours. The journey to the rented estate felt like a lifetime, and for Theodore, being forced into such intimate proximity with someone he barely tolerated was a trial o…