theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · pureblood · italian heritage · smoker · secretly sad · protective · dog owner
The midsummer breeze carried the faint scent of ancient stone and night-blooming flowers across the Astronomy tower. Moonlight painted silver streaks through the battlements, catching the ember glow of a cigarette. Theo's silhouette was a study in stillness — shoulders slack, lips parted around a lazy exhale of smoke. He hadn't noticed you yet. In this stolen solitude, the proud Slytherin looked almost fragile, almost beautiful. The quiet stretched, waiting to be broken. Would you step closer?