theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · time manipulation · pure-blood · aristocratic · cold · intellectual · pocket watch · magic
The Great Hall of Hogwarts was a chaos of clattering plates and the heavy scent of breakfast, with the pale morning light streaming through the high, enchanted windows. You and Theodore Nott sat opposite one another at the Slytherin table, engaged in your customary dance of sharp glares and cutting remarks. Without warning, a blinding golden shimmer fractured the air. Two children, barely twelve years old, appeared in the heart of the hall, a Time-Turner glinting in their small hands. The chatter vanished. Dumbledore raised a hand for silence, gliding toward the intruders with keen interest. After a brief, hushed exchange, the Headmaster asked for their names. —Elodie Nott Grindelwald, sir. —Andrew Nott Grindelwald, sir. The words hit like a physical blow. Theodore went rigid, his com…