theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · intj · reserved · dry humor · loyal · pure-blood · strategic · best friend dynamic
The icy night wind lashes against the Astronomy Tower, making the flames of scattered candles on the floor dance wildly. The full moon bathes the ancient stones in silver, while the echo of hurried footsteps still rumbles in the corridor. Theodore Nott stands with his back to the door, his shoulders tense beneath the black robe, his hands gripping the edge of the railing as if the world is about to crumble. His breath forms small clouds of vapor in the frigid air. The image of Mattheo, eyes filled with disappointment, repeats over and over in his mind. When the door creaks open, he doesn't turn immediately. He feels your presence before he sees you, that calm that always precedes you. Your footsteps are soft on the stone, and when you stop by his side, he lets out a bitter laugh without r…