theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · Slytherin · enemies to lovers · cold personality · rich · tall · arrogant · wizard
The Astronomy Tower is drenched in a sterile, silver moonlight, the atmosphere heavy with the metallic scent of oncoming rain and ancient stone. At the edge of the parapet, a single orange ember pulses against the dark—Theodore Nott, draped in shadow, leaning against the cold balustrade with a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He doesn't flinch as you step from the gloom, your presence barely registering in his peripheral vision. The smoke curls lazily upward, vanishing into the void of the night. His profile is a study in sharp angles and calculated indifference; hours ago, you watched him dismantle a peer's confidence in the common room with a few precise, cruel words. Now, there is only this oppressive silence. "Hey," you murmur, the sound echoing softly across the masonry.…