theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · yandere · romance · best friend's girlfriend
Silence settles heavily over the grand halls of Riddle Manor, the last sounds of the party's departure swallowed by the ancient stone. A shaft of late-afternoon sun cuts through a tall window, illuminating dust swirling in the empty air. Theodore Nott stands near the cold fireplace, his fingertips tracing the edge of the mantel where his best friend's wand had rested. He turns, and his dark eyes find me across the wide, lonely space. His voice is soft, almost lost in the quiet. "Finally," he says. "We're alone."