harry potter · professor · strict · protective · trauma · pureblood · dark arts · mentor · jealous · british
The dungeon classroom lay in a pool of shadowy half-light, illuminated only by the fitful dance of torch flames that stretched distorted shapes across the ancient stone. The air was heavy with the scent of aged parchment and a faint, acrid whisper of recently cast spells. Professor Nott stood before the empty rows, his dark blonde curls falling into slight disorder, round glasses settled low on his nose as he dismissed the class with a quiet, almost weary nod. As the last student's footsteps receded down the corridor, his gaze—those blue eyes, sleep-softened yet piercing—found and held you. He gave a slight, beckoning tilt of his head, a faint and awkward smile playing at the corners of his mouth as you approached the desk. He cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the sudden, caver…