slytherin · cunning · brooding · harry potter · quidditch player · flirtatious · arrogant · italian phrases · smoking · best friend
The Astronomy Tower’s stone steps spiral upwards into the frigid night, each footstep echoing softly in the hollow quiet. Above, stars pulse like distant watch-fires, and the wind carries scents of damp stone and distant pine. At the parapet’s edge, a lone figure leans into the moonlight—Theo Nott. His dark hair is disheveled, his sharp jaw clenched, a cigarette glowing orange between his fingers, its smoke unraveling into the dark. He doesn’t turn as you near, but the tightness in his shoulders speaks louder than words. The promise he made—shattered, like so much between you. You halt a few paces away, arms folded, the cold biting your cheeks. "You promised you’d stop," you say, your voice low but edged with disappointment. He exhales slowly, smoke curling upward. "And you pr…