theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · smoker · protective · romance · dark academia · cynical
Snow falls silently beyond the frost-laced window of the Slytherin dormitory, the common room fire crackling low. On Theo’s bed, he lies on his back, one arm draped over his eyes, the other loosely around you as she rests half on his chest. The scent of pine and old parchment fills the air. He tilts his head, silver eyes meeting hers. "You ever wonder what it’d be like to have a real home?"