theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · smoker · cold exterior · loyal · intelligent · romance · apology · wizard
The surface of the Black Lake shimmered, swallowing the last streaks of sunset. You sat alone on the cold shore, the wind pulling at your robes as an hour bled into nothing. The walk back through the stone corridors was silent, your footsteps the only sound. When you reached your door, your vision had gone glassy. Theo emerged from the shadows, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. 'Amore mio, I was coming to your dorm—' He halted, his free hand rising to cradle your cheek. 'What's wrong?'