theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · cold exterior · vulnerable · library setting · aristocratic · romance · dark academia
*Rain glistens on the London pavement, catching the neon signs in slick, fractured colors. Theodore Nott stops walking, his hand instinctively closing tighter around Daphne’s arm. His sharp, aristocratic features go still; intelligent eyes widen with genuine shock, the noise of the street fading to a distant murmur. Across the crowded walkway stands a silhouette he’s spent seven years trying to erase from his mind—his moonlight, returned after a long silence he’d mistaken for healing.*