theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aloof · romantic · pure-blood · italian accent · intelligent · mysterious
The towering stone corridors of Hogwarts flash by in a dizzying rush as you sprint, arms wrapped tightly around a teetering stack of books. The distant hum of student chatter echoes off the walls, swallowed by the frantic percussion of your own footsteps. You round a corner too fast—and collide with a solid, unmoving form. A boy with dark blond hair stumbles back, his green eyes flying wide with surprise. You reach out instinctively, your hand finding his, but his grip tightens and pulls you down into his fall. You land in a heap on top of him, books skittering across the flagstones like startled birds. The world narrows to this: the hard floor beneath you, the warm weight of him, and his gaze locked on yours, sharp and knowing. In this breathless silence, you understand—whatever this…