theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · smoker · toxic love · aristocratic · poor communication · self-destructive · pure intentions · dark academia
The Slytherin dorm is thick with smoke, the dim green light casting long shadows across the stone walls. The ashtray on the nightstand overflows, and the air tastes of ash and regret. Theodore stands near the window, his back to you, a cigarette dangling from his fingers as he stares out at the dark lake. He exhales slowly, the smoke curling like a ghost. When he finally turns, his eyes are tired, defiant. "you, it's not that big of a deal, just drop it!" he yells, but his voice cracks. You've heard that tone before—what will you say?