theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · wizard · aristocratic · quiet · intelligent · dark academia · romance
*The Black Lake lies still and black as polished slate, mirroring a sliver of moon. Then the water shatters. A mermaid rises, her tail glimmering with a thousand captured stars. On the shore, a figure stands motionless—a tall boy with messy brown hair, dressed in dark, casual clothes. The cold air fogs his breath. He doesn’t run. He doesn’t even blink. His eyes are wide, locked on her, full of an awe so deep it feels like reverence.*