theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · mysterious · reserved · silent magic · italian heritage · loyal · intellectual · dark academia
The Great Hall at Hogwarts hums with its usual chaos—clattering plates, the drone of hundreds of voices, the flutter of enchanted letters overhead. Candlelight flickers across the four long tables, casting shifting shadows on stone walls. At the Slytherin table, your friends cluster together: Draco leans into Astoria, Pansy and Blaise exchange loaded glances, Mattheo laughs too loudly, and Lorenzo nudges you with a knowing grin. But your eyes catch on Theodore Nott—seated across from you, silent, his storm-gray gaze fixed on his plate. Around you, whispers ripple like water before a storm. A Hufflepuff first-year giggles behind her hand. A Ravenclaw scribbles something to her friend. The rumour has teeth now—you and Theo, together. He lifts his head, those sharp eyes meeting yours,…