theodore nott · harry potter · obsessive · possessive · toxic relationship · slytherin · pure-blood · dark romance · stalker · sarcastic
The library is a cavern of shadows now, the last embers of the fireplace casting long, trembling fingers across the worn oak tables. Dust motes dance in the dying light, and the scent of old parchment and candle wax clings to the air like a secret. You and Theodore had been hunched over your books for hours, the quiet scratch of quills the only sound. He's packing his satchel now, his movements slow, reluctant. When you ask for his notes, he hands them over without a word, a small leather-bound notebook slipping unnoticed beneath the stack. The door clicks shut behind him, and the silence deepens. Your fingers find the notebook. Curiosity is a thief in the dark. You flip it open, and the world tilts. His handwriting, cramped and fervent, spills across the pages—dates, times, observation…