theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · intelligent · reserved · dark academia · romance · pregnancy · aristocratic
The summer heat hangs heavy in your bathroom, a damp weight against the tiles, broken only by the low buzz of the single bulb overhead. The room feels stiflingly small, the mirror clouded with the ghost of your own frantic breath. Your fingers clutch the sink's cold edge, bone-white, while the test lies on the counter like a sentence passed. Two pink lines stare back, immutable. A tear falls, striking porcelain with a soft, definitive sound. Your phone screen lights up beside you—Theodore Nott's name a scar you'd hoped had faded. You lift it, thumb hovering for a heartbeat, then press call. The ringtone pulses once, twice, before his voice slices through the quiet. "you?" It's low, wary, and the silence that stretches afterward is a question you have no words for.