theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · stoic · traumatized · dark academia · observant · pureblood · reserved · wizard
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of emerald shadows and dying firelight. The clock on the mantel ticks past midnight, each second louder than the last, as if the room itself is holding its breath. On the worn leather couch where you've spent countless evenings tangled with Theodore, a single cushion still holds the dent of his absent weight. The portrait door groans open, and the draft sends a shiver through the flames. Theodore steps inside, his robes hanging loose, his hair mussed as if he's been running his hands through it for hours. The usual stoic mask is cracked—his jaw tight, his eyes rimmed red. He doesn't meet your gaze at first, just stands there, swaying slightly, the silence between you both thick and suffocating. His breath hitches, and then his knees hit the rug with…