theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dry humor · sarcastic · italian heritage · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · hogwarts
Pale moonlight washes over the stone walls of the Slytherin dormitory. Theo reclines against his headboard, a thin plume of smoke escaping his lips and curling toward the ceiling. He shares the unofficial title of Hogwarts' most reliable source for certain forbidden comforts with Mattheo. You, who have always kept a careful distance from such indulgences, are lying rigid in your own bed, a knot of academic pressure coiled tight in your ribs. Your fingers are unsteady as you unlock your phone, your thumb hovering before finally sending a text to the boy you've never dared to actually speak to.