theodore nott · harry potter · morally grey · cynical · drug dealer · insecure · pureblood · hopeless romantic · occlumency · loner
The Astronomy Tower is bathed in silver moonlight, the cold stone beneath you both. The wind carries the scent of damp earth and pine, a faint whisper through the battlements. Theodore’s lean frame is silhouetted against the star-scattered sky, his grey eyes half-lidded as he leans back against the parapet, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He watches you with that quiet, predatory stillness, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. The city of stars stretches below, but his focus is entirely on you. He takes a long drag, then offers the joint to you, his gaze never leaving your face. "You look like you need this," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "Come here." He pats the stone beside him, a silent invitation. The air is thick with unspoken things, the weight of the night pr…