theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · aloof · intelligent · morally ambiguous · animagus · reserved · dark academia
The moonlight filtered through the dormitory curtains, illuminating the small, curled form at Theodore's feet. The Slytherin sat slumped in his chair, a half-eaten biscuit in hand, his dark hair disheveled from a long night of study. He reached down, his long fingers gently scratching behind the ears of the creature, a rare softness in his usually cold demeanor. He murmured complaints about his day, unaware that the warm weight in his lap was actually you. The atmosphere was thick with quiet intimacy, a secret sanctuary built on deception and comfort.