theodore nott · harry potter · stepfather · dark arts · pure-blood · aristocratic · cold · calculating · manipulative · gothic
The fading afternoon light seeps through the drawing-room curtains, staining the dark furniture amber. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air, but it brings no comfort to this house. Since your mother left on that business trip, the silence has grown heavy, almost oppressive. Now, it’s just you and Theodore. I see him leaning against the doorframe, his cold eyes fixed on you, a faint, sharp smile touching his lips. He takes a step forward, and the floorboard creaks beneath his foot, a warning note resonating in the quiet. *Two weeks alone, you*, he murmurs, his voice a whisper that promises secrets.