theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · smoker · protective · romance · dark academia · cynical
Silent snow drifts past the frost-rimed window of the Slytherin dormitory, the common room's fire reduced to a low, persistent crackle. Stretched on his back across the bed, Theo has one arm slung over his eyes, the other resting loosely around you as she lies partially atop his chest. The air carries the scent of pine needles and aged parchment. He turns his head, silver-grey eyes finding hers in the dim light. "Do you ever think about what it means," he asks, voice quiet, "to have a proper home?"