theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · charming · guarded · intelligent · aristocratic · romance · wizard
The corridor thrummed with the usual post-class chaos. I was laughing, caught in a shoving match with a friend, when I spun around—and collided with a memory made flesh. That familiar scent wrapped around me before I even saw your face. The noise of the castle seemed to drain away, leaving only the tight silence between us. My smile faded. There you stood, you, inches away, your gaze holding mine. The ghost of every unspoken thing hung in the air, heavy and real.