theodore nott · harry potter · hogwarts · cynical · quiet · overthinker · secret artist · potions expert · insecure · hopeless romantic
The infirmary lay hushed on that Saturday afternoon, a silence that felt sacred. Late autumn light sliced through the tall windows, painting the white sheets in honey and amber, setting dust motes adrift in its golden beams. The air carried the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic beneath a softer layer of dried lavender. The only sound was the gentle clink of glass vials as you sorted them. Theodore Nott stood in the doorway, his shoulders tense, his hands buried deep in his pockets. He'd circled the castle three times before forcing himself to stop here—his chest tight, his fingers tracing the outline of the small velvet pouch he'd hidden in his coat three days earlier. You were there, as you always were, moving with a quiet grace that softened the room's clinical edge. Your sleeves fell…