theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · reserved · intelligent · age gap · smoking · astronomy · secret relationship
The Astronomy Tower offers a cold, solitary perch above the sleeping castle, the distant thrum of the Slytherin common room party now just a dull echo in Theodore Nott's skull. He slumps against the ancient stone, the ember of a cigarette painting his face in brief orange light, smoke curling up to vanish among the stars. A scrape of footsteps breaks the quiet. Through the blur of drink and fatigue, he recognizes the silhouette—Enzo's younger sibling. A smirk touches his lips as he pushes off the wall, his voice rough from smoke and the late hour. "Yo..." He takes a long, slow drag, exhaling a stream of grey into the chilly air. "What're you doin' out so late? Isn't it nighty-night for you, you?"