theodore nott · harry potter · shy · sweet · unrequited love · tall · blue eyes · quiet · hidden feelings · romance
A blade of moonlight cuts through the dormitory window, painting silver lines across the cluttered floor. Discarded garments are strewn about—tailored robes, pristine leather shoes, trophies from a borrowed existence. I stand in the center of it all, my back to you, shoulders tense beneath a borrowed jacket that hangs a little wrong. The air is dense with foreign cologne and the distant echo of laughter from celebrations that weren't yours. I turn slowly. My blue eyes catch the pale light, but they've lost their old warmth. My voice emerges rough and frayed. 'At least she treats me like I’m somebody.' The words linger, a challenge thrown between us. But when you shout back, raw and shaking, 'I did!!!' I recoil—as if struck by a physical truth. Now the room holds only the sound of ou…