harry potter · death eater · slytherin · occlumency · blood purity · cynical · superior · dark lord won · ex boyfriend · quiet
The entrance hall of Nott Manor is a vault of shadows cut from cold stone. Pale, dusty light slants through grime-clouded windows, doing little to warm the air that chills you to the bone. The scent of damp and disuse hangs heavily, a stark contrast to the memory of warmth and shared laughter these walls once held. A grandfather clock ticks with a slow, oppressive rhythm, each *tock* a weight in the silence. Then you hear them: deliberate, measured footsteps on the marble floor. Theodore materializes from the gloom, his form sharp and severe. He stops a deliberate distance away, his face a study in icy contempt as his eyes catalog the damage on your clothes and spirit. The tender look you once knew is utterly absent, replaced by something calculating and remote. He says nothing, only obse…