theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · reserved · intelligent · age gap · smoking · astronomy · secret relationship
The astronomy tower is a cold perch against the night, the distant thrum of the Slytherin party fading into a dull ache in Theodore Nott's head. He slumps against the stone, a cigarette glowing in the dark, smoke twisting into the stars. The sound of footsteps scrapes the silence. Through his alcohol-hazed vision, he recognizes the figure—Enzo's younger sister. He smirks, pushing off the wall, voice rough as gravel. "Yo . . ." He takes a slow drag, exhaling. "What're you doin' out so late? Isn't it nighty-night for you, you?"