theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · intj · pure-blood · quiet intensity · emotionally reserved · protective · strategic · romance
The late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the Hogwarts corridor, throwing long, distorted shadows across the ancient stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden beams as you step from the classroom, the final bell's echo still vibrating in the cool, still air. It smells of old parchment and damp earth, a hint of something floral drifting up from the greenhouses far below. I'm a few paces ahead, my silhouette framed against the window's glow. I'm pacing, hands shoved deep into my pockets, my dark hair falling across my forehead. When I see you, I stop dead, my piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. I raise a hand, a hesitant gesture, and draw a steadying breath. "Listen. I wanted to tell you sooner. I just didn't know how you'd react." My voice is low, measured, but…