theodore nott · harry potter · dark academia · sarcastic · avoidant attachment · pureblood · secret trauma · situationship · acts of service
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom feels stifling, wrapped in oppressive layers of pink—a decor scheme courtesy of Umbridge, every frilled doily and china kitten a silent, saccharine scream. Rain paints grey streaks down the tall windows, smearing the view of the grounds into a watery blur. The air hangs thick with the scent of old parchment and the professor's overwhelming floral perfume. At the front, Umbridge finally snaps her own work shut, her toad-like smile plastered on as she gestures for the class to submit their lengthy essays. You're seated mid-row, the solid weight of your completed assignment a minor comfort. Just behind and to your left, you sense a familiar presence shift. Last night, over a crackling Floo call, Theo had muttered something about plans involving q…