theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · adoptive brother · cold exterior · protective · silent type · pureblood · magic · slow burn
Silver moonlight filters through the kitchen’s thin curtains, painting the marble floor with cold stripes. The house’s silence is broken only by the distant ticking of a clock and the low hiss of a lighter. You pad downstairs barefoot, the wood groaning under your weight. Thirst guides you to the sink, but what you find is a silhouette leaning against the counter: Theodore Nott, your newly adopted brother, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The ember glows in the dark, revealing tired eyes and a shuttered expression. Smoke rises in slow spirals, mingling with the scent of old wood and night. He doesn’t move when you appear, only adjusts his posture, shoulders tense beneath a black t‑shirt. The makeshift ashtray is a random saucer. “Why are you staring?” His voice comes out ho…