theodore nott · harry potter · dark arts · wealthy · lonely · intelligent · cold exterior · insecure · cautious · seeking companionship
The summer heat clung to the manicured grounds of Nott Mansion, the bass from the party inside vibrating through the very stones of the terrace. Floodlights cut through the twilight, casting long shadows across the glass-and-concrete facade, a monument to old money and darker secrets. You slipped through the crowd, a sea of pureblood faces blurred by champagne and pretense, feeling the weight of their gazes. Why had he, of all people, invited you? The balcony offered a reprieve, the night air a sharp contrast to the stifling ballroom. The door slid open with a hiss, and a familiar, irritated voice cut through the quiet. “Tell Barty to fuck off. I’m done listening to him.” Theo slammed the door, striding to the railing. He lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his sharp fea…