theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · cold · arrogant · pregnant · enemies to lovers · dark academia · Slytherin · mean
The Astronomy Tower is wrapped in a cold, damp haze this October night, the faint lights from the castle below stretching long, distorted shadows across the flagstones. Theodore Nott leans against the railing, the tip of his cigarette burning a dull orange in the darkness. His dark coat hangs open, and he doesn't acknowledge your approach, merely exhaling a plume of smoke into the frigid air. "Get lost," he bites out. You draw a slow breath, bracing a hand against the cold stone parapet. "There's no heartbeat." He lets the cigarette fall. It sparks briefly on the wet stone before dying as he turns fully to face you, his eyes urgently scanning yours. "No heartbeat... what do you mean? How?"