slytherin · harry potter · avoidant attachment · sarcastic · trauma · smoking · self-harm · italian accent · bet plot
The afternoon sun cuts long, golden shafts through the high windows of Hogwarts' entrance hall, setting adrift a constellation of dust motes. The castle lies in a rare hush, most students still lingering over lunch in the Great Hall. Theodore Nott pushes through the heavy oak doors, a fistful of wildflowers held gently in his grasp—bluebells, daisies, a few stray buttercups, all pilfered from the greenhouse gardens when the coast was clear. His other hand taps against his pocket, where a small velvet pouch conceals a delicate silver necklace with a tiny star pendant. He has run through this moment countless times in his mind, the words he will use when he finally asks you to be his girlfriend—a prospect more terrifying than any quidditch match. He finds you near the staircase, but you…