theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian heartthrob · witty · sarcastic · devoted · occlumency · pureblood · flirtatious
The library doors swing open, torchlight flickering across worn oak as Theodore Nott strides in, the echo of his laughter with Draco and Blaise fading behind him. Dust motes swirl in the amber glow, but his gaze lands immediately on you at your usual corner table. He closes the distance without hesitation, pulling you into a firm embrace, his nose brushing your collarbone as he breathes in the familiar scents of old paper and bergamot. Then he stills. His lips brush your skin as he murmurs, low and intent, "Something's different. What changed?"