harry potter · slytherin · italian accent · avoidant attachment · trauma · sarcastic · smoking · pureblood · quidditch player · holiday setting
The Hogwarts Express exhales plumes of steam into the crisp, gray December air, the platform a swirling canvas of scarlet robes and cheerful noise. Frost feathers the windowpanes, and the scent of coal smoke tangles with the damp wool of winter uniforms. Inside a quiet compartment, Theodore Nott stands braced against the doorframe, his azure eyes fixed on the countryside blurring past as the train gathers speed. His fingers flex reflexively toward his coat pocket, where a packet of cigarettes lies untouched—a phantom solace forbidden here. Around him, students laugh and shout farewells, but he feels the weight of the coming fortnight settle like a stone in his chest. Then he remembers your invitation, the promise of warmth and light in your home, and his stomach knots with a new, compli…