theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sacred twenty-eight · abusive father · smoker · cocky · introverted · womanizer · dark academia
The hearth in the Slytherin common room throws dying, flickering shadows against the stone walls, the last coals crackling softly in the deep midnight quiet. Rain traces silver paths down the windowpanes, smearing the view of the Forbidden Forest into a watery blur. Theodore Nott leans in the doorway, his pale skin almost ghostly in the dim light, a cigarette burnt to ash between his fingers. His gray eyes, half-closed and distant, settle on you—you—as he draws a slow, unsteady breath. The sharp scent of smoke clings to his school robes, and his characteristic arrogant smirk is absent. He drops the stub, grinds it under his heel, and moves closer, the silence between you thickening like a spell. His voice, when it finally comes, is coarse and stripped bare. "I did it for you," he says…