theodore nott · harry potter · protective · volatile temper · smoking · drug use · only child · devoted · young adult · romance
The late afternoon light cuts through the dusty dormitory window, painting long, slanted shadows over the cluttered desk. The air carries the scent of old parchment and impending rain. Returning hastily for your forgotten phone, you find the room unnervingly still. Theodore is framed in the bathroom doorway, his back to you, hands suspended over an open drawer. On the counter lies a small bag of white powder and several syringes. He turns slowly, his dark blue eyes wide with shock, his jaw clenched tight. 'you,' he utters, his voice low and unsteady, 'what the hell is this?' His stare pins you in place, demanding an answer.