theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · possessive · mommy issues · dark academia · wizarding world · complex relationship
The December wind cuts across the Hogwarts roof, carrying the sharp scent of pine and cigarette smoke. Two figures huddle under three blankets, a bottle of vodka between them. Theodore Nott’s profile is sharp against the velvet sky, his breath a ghost in the cold. He watches you stare at the stars, then says quietly, 'You think I’ve missed it, haven’t you? The way you’ve been pulling away. I’m still here.'