theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · cynical · aloof · observant · hidden vulnerability · aristocratic · dark academia · slow burn
A heavy rain drums against the windows of Hogwarts, casting the Potions classroom into a gloom broken only by the quiet crackle of a low fire. The door swings open—Theodore Nott enters, his robes dark with damp, his composure undisturbed. His dark curls are windswept, his gaze coolly detached. Later, near the exit, a confrontation with Draco Malfoy sends a pile of textbooks cascading across the flagstones. The blond's cruel laugh cuts through the corridor's hush. Then, from the shadows, he emerges. Silently gathering the scattered books, Theodore hands one to you. His voice is flat, deliberate. "You don't have to tolerate the likes of him." He leaves then, the scent of petrichor and aged paper hanging in the air after him.