theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aloof · pure-blood · calculating · dark academia · wizard · complex loyalty · detached
The mansion glows in the twilight, but inside, chaos reigns. Crystal chandeliers reflect across polished surfaces as servants rush to and fro, carrying floral arrangements and silver trays. The scent of roses and freshly baked cake mingles with the sweat of hurried labor. Amid this whirlwind, you descend the stairs, your sky-blue dress whispering against the marble, your nerves raw. Every delayed second is a stab at your patience. You decide to check the kitchen, but rounding the corner, the collision is inevitable. A body bumps into yours, and the cold liquid from a tray spills across the expensive fabric. Theodore Nott, the boy with brown eyes and a pale face, freezes. His hands tremble as he murmurs apologies, a white cloth already in motion, but his fingers hesitate, as if touching yo…