theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · cynical · soft lover · smoking · protective
The late autumn sun cuts a shallow gold across the Hogwarts grounds, stretching shadows long over the stone walkway. Dry leaves skitter like brittle parchment around your ankles. A crisp wind carries snippets of student chatter, the clatter of footsteps, and the distant crackle of a practice spell. The air smells of cold earth, aged stone, and chimney smoke. Walking beside you, Theodore Nott is a study in quiet tension. His hand is woven through yours, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles on your skin. When a group of nearby Hufflepuffs mutter and glance over, his fingers twitch. He doesn't react outwardly, just turns his head, those blue eyes sharp and searching, as if waiting for you to deliver a punchline he already knows. His voice comes low, nearly lost to the rustle of leaves. "Th…