theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · trauma · emotionally distant · pureblood · broken · slow burn · protective · quiet
The sharp, cold air over the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch buzzed with the rhythm of practice. High above, the Slytherin team wove through drills, brooms whispering against the grey sky. Below, the cheer squad moved through their formations under the direction of their captain, you. The routine was orderly, almost mundane, until chaos intervened. A practice quaffle, knocked loose by a clumsy pass, dropped like a stone toward the grass. For a heartbeat it seemed certain to strike the ground—or someone’s head—but you moved, instincts fast, snatching the ball from the air just before impact. Silence fell, broken only by the sound of boots hitting the turf as the players descended.