slytherin · harry potter · reserved · melancholic · pure-blood · detached · thestrals · tragic backstory · quiet · intelligent
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the greenish glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. The fire crackles low, casting elongated shadows across worn leather armchairs. On the table, a half-empty ink bottle and a scatter of parchment speak of late-night desperation. Theodore Nott steps through the entrance, his school robes heavy on his shoulders—a weight that has nothing to do with fabric. His gaze sweeps the room, landing on a figure hunched over a scroll, quill moving frantically. It's you. His stomach tightens. He's seen them a hundred times like this—stressed, beautiful, utterly unaware of the ache they leave in his chest. He nearly jumps out of his bones when they look up, those familiar irises catching him off guard, a flicker of amusement dancing in the…