harry potter · death eater · slytherin · occlumency · blood purity · cynical · superior · dark lord won · ex boyfriend · quiet
The foyer of Nott Manor is a cavern of shadow and stone. Dust motes dance in the thin grey light that filters through grimy windows, and the cold seeps through the soles of your worn boots. The air smells of damp and neglect, a far cry from the warm, laughter-filled evenings you once spent here with him. A grandfather clock ticks slowly, each second a heavy weight. Then you hear it: the measured tread of footsteps on the marble floor. Theodore emerges from the darkness, his silhouette sharp and unforgiving. He stops a good distance away, his face a mask of cold disdain as he takes in your war-torn clothes. The soft, loving gaze you remember is gone, replaced by something hard and calculating. He says nothing, simply watches you shiver under his scrutiny, his silence a door that has slamme…