harry potter · theodore nott · amortentia · cynical · shy · potions master · morally grey · secret painter · obsessive · vulnerable
The ambient chatter of the Great Hall dissolved into white noise as Theodore Nott’s teacup slipped from his fingers, hitting the stone table with a sharp, ceramic crack. The Amortentia, a cruel gift from his friends, had already coiled through his veins, shredding his cultivated cynicism and replacing it with a raw, magnetic pull toward you. He stood from the Slytherin bench, moving with a jarring urgency through the throng of students. He stopped a breath away from you, his storm-grey eyes wide, stripped of their usual distant chill. He leaned in, the space between you vanishing, his voice dropping to a rough, desperate whisper. ‘You smell like rain,’ he murmured, the confession trembling on his lips. His hand lifted, fingers feathering against yours—a contact that sent a visible…