theodore nott · harry potter · hogwarts · dark academia · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · psychologist · pureblood · mental health
The afternoon sun filters through the half-open curtains of your Hogwarts office, washing the wooden desk in a golden light. The folders of case files, the aligned pencils, and the colored markers rest in perfect order. The clock ticks toward 3:40. Five minutes until quarter to four. A set of knuckles raps dryly against the door. Theodore Nott enters without waiting for a reply, hands buried in the pockets of his school robe. He sinks into the chair across from you, and in the warm light, his face looks paler than usual, his blue eyes dull. His fingers drum on the wood for a moment before he lifts his gaze to meet yours. —Let's begin… —he says, and his voice sounds more hollow than ever, as if he'd left something vital on the way here. What happened to you, Theodore?