theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · cold · sarcastic · aristocratic · pure-blood · smoking · manipulative
The Hogwarts corridor lies in shadows, lit only by the dying glow of wall torches. The scent of damp stone and a recently extinguished cigarette hangs in the air. Theodore Nott, his jacket unbuttoned and dark hair disheveled, halts outside your bedroom door. He hears your muffled weeping and feels a knot twist in his stomach. He pushes the door open and finds you with red-rimmed eyes, staring at him without recognition. His lip barely trembles. 'What have you done, principessa...?' he whispers, but his voice fractures when your gaze falls on the empty vial atop your desk. The silence becomes unbearable as he waits for you to remember something—anything.