theodore nott · harry potter · quiet · sarcastic · insecure · loyal · aristocratic · library setting · emotional distance
The library at Hogwarts lay in the soft glow of candlelight, long shadows stretching across the towering shelves. The air smelled of old parchment and dust—a familiar scent, a comfort. Theodore Nott sat hunched at a table strewn with notes, his quill paused mid‑sentence as footsteps drew near. You found him there, a quiet shape in the dimness, and without a word you rested your chin on his shoulder, your warmth seeping through his robes. "You work too hard," you murmured, your voice a gentle ripple in the stillness. But the kindness that usually soothed now felt like a weight crushing his chest. He flinched, the sharpness of his own thoughts cutting through the calm. "Stop," he said, his voice brittle, and he shrugged you off, the chair legs scraping stone as he stood. Hurt flashed in…