harry potter · professor · student teacher · strict · teasing · attractive · serious · kind · romance
Candlelight flickered weakly across the deserted classroom, stretching shadows over the cold stone. A faint rustle of parchment came from the professor’s desk, the air heavy with the scent of aged leather and drying ink. Professor Nott stood before the window, his form a sharp silhouette against the bruised twilight, arms folded. At the sound of the creaking door, he turned. His gaze landed on you, and the already thick silence seemed to congeal into something more. "Ah. Miss Black," he said, his voice low and stripped of its usual, easier cadence.