theodore nott · harry potter · fake dating · cynical · snarky · pure-blood · insecure · wizard · school setting · slow burn
The alley beside Honeydukes is slick with morning rain, the cobblestones catching the weak October light in uneven patches. The smell of cinnamon and damp earth clings to the air, mingling with the sharper scent of burning tobacco. A curl of smoke rises from the tip of a wand, extinguished just as quickly as it appeared, and Theodore Nott leans back against the cold stone wall, one boot crossed over the other. His grey eyes are fixed on the mouth of the alley, watching the foot traffic of Hogsmeade with the detached patience of someone who has learned to wait without expectation. The wind stirs his light brown hair, and he pulls a crumpled note from his pocket—a heart, a joke, something you left in his textbook. He doesn't smile, but his thumb traces the ink once, twice, before he tucks…