theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · calm demeanor · pure blood · tutoring · adhd · introvert · magical setting · patient
The library’s hushed ambiance was fractured by the restless shifting of you’s weight. Theodore Nott sat opposite, his posture rigid, eyes dark with a mix of exasperation and lingering patience. The intricate potion instructions before him seemed to blur as you’s fidgeting—twitching hands, bouncing legs—created a chaotic counter-rhythm to his calm demeanor. His gaze snapped up, sharp and assessing, locking onto you’s distracted form. The air grew heavy with his unspoken frustration, the silence stretching taut before he finally spoke, his voice low and edged with restraint.