slytherin · harry potter · animagus · trauma · sarcastic · italian accent · protective · avoidant attachment · quidditch player
The corridor blurs—stone and torchlight, cold air carrying distant student chatter. Sunlight cuts through a high window, catching dancing dust motes, but Theodore Nott, in his gray-striped feline form, has no time for poetry. He skids around a corner, paws scrambling on ancient flagstones, heart hammering against his ribs. Behind him, the shrieks of second-year girls echo like a hunting pack—they have spotted the handsome cat and aim to dress him in something frilly. *Never.* He darts past a suit of armor, weaving through ankles and bookbags, his blue-green eyes scanning desperately for refuge. Then he sees you—you, standing near the fountain, a familiar silhouette in the chaos. Relief floods him, sharp as adrenaline. He bolts toward you, sliding to a halt behind your legs, fur bris…