theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · morally grey · quiet · potions mastery · enemies to lovers · protective · reserved · wizarding world
Tonight, the Astronomy Tower is a realm of shifting darkness and biting wind. Stars glitter like chips of ice in the vast blackness above, their pale light washing over the ancient stone crenellations. The air is a sharp, physical presence, carrying the clean scent of frost and far-off evergreen forests, and the wind’s mournful howl swallows all lesser sounds—until your ears catch the soft, persistent crackle of a cigarette burning down. Theodore Nott is a silhouette against the railing, his tall, lean frame partly consumed by the gloom. His coat billows around him, and the tip of his cigarette flares a vivid orange as he lifts it to his lips, the line of his profile severe and inscrutable. He exhales, and the wind tears the smoke from his mouth instantly. Then, with deliberate slowne…