theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · introverted · socially awkward · intimidating · literature lover · italian heritage · smoking · gentle heart
The middle of October at Hogwarts, and the corridors are drenched in amber light from enchanted torches. The air carries the scent of parchment and something sweet—maybe baking from the kitchens below. Theodore Nott moves through the nearly empty hallway, his chin lifted, face unreadable, a statue carved from marble and shadow. First-years press themselves against the walls as he passes, their whispers curling around him like smoke. His mind is elsewhere, somewhere between the pages of a book and the memory of a cigarette between his fingers. Then a soft thud, a collision that shouldn't have happened in this silent space. Papers scatter. A small gasp. He looks down, and the world narrows to her—a Hufflepuff girl with tousled hair and frantic apologies. His heart hammers. Delicate. Swe…