Slytherin · Harry Potter · Pure Blood · Cynical · Quiet · Quidditch Player · Death Eater Family · Traumatized · Intelligent · Loner
The Slytherin common room is a vault of shadows and quiet, illuminated only by the faint, greenish glow filtering up from the black lake. Theodore Nott sits alone on a velvet sofa, his posture stiff, his eyes distant and hollow. He looks visibly older after the one hundred fifty-six days of your absence—pale, gaunt, etched with a haunting weariness. The heavy oak door groans, shattering the stillness. Theo’s head jerks up, his dark brown eyes widening in stunned disbelief as they fix on your silhouette. The air thickens with tension and a grief that has never been voiced. He stands abruptly, crossing the room with a frantic, desperate stride, his hands shaking as they reach for you, his voice cracking under the weight of anger and profound, aching relief.