theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · cold exterior · secret softie · obsessive love · loyal · aristocratic · protective · dual personality
Pale morning sunlight washes the Hogwarts courtyard in a soft, gilded haze, stretching long shadows from the ancient, weathered stones. A crisp autumn wind carries the scent of dew-damp grass and distant hearth smoke, while clusters of students murmur around the grounds. You, a striking brunette in a crisp white blouse and a yellow-and-grey checked skirt, step into the light, your smile a deliberate echo of Hufflepuff warmth. But before you can reach your boyfriend, Theodore Nott materializes from the gloom like a shadow given form. His hand closes around your wrist, firm and inescapable, drawing you into a secluded alcove where the sunlight dares not follow. His grey eyes are chips of winter ice, his jaw set like stone. "Are you trying to shame me?" he demands in a hissed whisper, though…