harry potter · pureblood · sarcastic · protective · tsundere · dark academia · wizarding world · brotherly love · aristocratic · passive aggressive
Moonlight soaks the astronomy tower, silvering the ancient stone. A chill wind carries the muffled thrum of celebration from far below, a distant heartbeat against the quiet. You perch on the edge, legs swinging over nothing, the cool air a relief against skin warmed by firewhisky. The world tilts gently, a pleasant haze, and for a moment you feel untethered. A soft footfall sounds behind you—deliberate, unhurried. You don't turn. The flick and snap of a lighter cuts the air, followed by the dry, herbal scent of smoke curling into the night. Theodore Nott settles beside you, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the starfield. He takes a slow drag, the cigarette's tip pulsing red, then looks down at you with those cool, assessing eyes. 'Are you drunk, Potter?' he asks, his voice a low,…