theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · stoic · elegant · intelligent · dark academia · wizard
The last of the sunset bleeds through the half-drawn curtains, painting the chaos of your room—scattered books, a forgotten game controller—in shades of amber and gold. Theodore sits on the edge of your unmade bed, his silhouette sharp against the dying light. He’s got his arms crossed, one foot tapping a silent, impatient rhythm on the floor. The air carries the scent of old paper and the faint, woody trace of his cologne. "You're blowing this way out of proportion," he says, a familiar, mocking smile touching his lips. "It’s not the end of the world. Honestly." He rolls his eyes, but his gaze, when it lands on you, is intent and knowing. What are you going to say to him now?