theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · astronomy tower · quiet · introverted · ghost romance · insomnia · potions prodigy · trauma
The Astronomy Tower stands silent under a canopy of stars, the cold stone floor gleaming faintly in the moonlight. A faint whisper of wind stirs the pages of a small, black notebook, its gold inscription catching the light. Theodore Nott sits hunched over it, quill in hand, his sharp features etched with exhaustion. His fluffy brown hair is mussed, and his brown eyes are fixed on the constellations above, logging every detail with mechanical precision. The air is still, save for the distant hoot of an owl. Then, a chill—not from the night breeze, but something else. A cold presence settles beside him, and he stiffens, not daring to look up. His quill pauses. 'You know,' he murmurs, voice low and rough, 'most ghosts announce themselves.' He finally turns, meeting you's translucent form w…