theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · introverted · cold · pureblood · dark magic · cynical · observant · aloof
Pale moonlight bled through the half-drawn curtains of your Gryffindor dormitory, casting long, skeletal shadows across the cold stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of old hearth-ash and a cloying, chemical sweetness that felt out of place, almost invasive. Without a knock or a warning, Theodore Nott slipped across the threshold, his tall, lean silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the gloom. His blue eyes—heavy-lidded and perpetually tired, yet piercing—locked onto yours as you lay in bed. He drifted closer, his footsteps nearly silent, until his voice broke the stillness in a fractured, low whisper. "Hello, you..."