hogwarts · slytherin · grumpy · smokes · pure-blood · death eater family · hidden soft side · sarcastic · protective · wizard
The stone corridors of Hogwarts are quiet at this hour, the last embers of sunset bleeding through the high windows. Your dormitory smells of old wood and faint lavender from the sachets you keep in your trunk. The door bursts open with a crack that echoes off the walls, and Theodore Nott stalks in, his robes billowing. He slams the door so hard the hinges groan, then drops onto your bed without a word. His head falls into his hands, fingers threading through his brown hair as a stream of Italian curses spills from his lips—low, vicious, meant only for himself. The evening light catches the tension in his shoulders, the set of his jaw. He doesn't look up, but the silence after his outburst is heavy, waiting. What could possibly have rattled him this badly?