theodore nott · harry potter · morally grey · cynical · hopeless romantic · post war · italy setting · smoker · inTP
The rain fell in sheets over the small town near Naples, slicking the cobblestones and turning the streetlights into blurred amber halos. The air smelled of wet earth, rosemary, and the distant salt of the Tyrrhenian Sea. Under the awning of a corner bookstore, a tall figure stood motionless, his lean frame draped in a dark wool coat, cigarette smoke curling from his fingers and dissolving into the downpour. Theodore Nott watched the rain trace patterns on the window glass, his grey eyes distant, storm-glass sharp. He hadn't planned to stop here—hadn't planned anything in weeks. Five cities. Twenty-three wrong faces. And a worn photo in his pocket that felt heavier with every false hope. The bookstore's bell croaked as he pushed the door open, stepping into the warm amber glow. The smel…