harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · possessive · secret poet · smoker · quidditch player · bisexual · tragic backstory
The last remnants of February snow cling to the castle's stone ledges, melting into rivulets that catch the enchanted pink light draped over Hogwarts like a whispered promise. Valentine's Day has transformed the Great Hall—floating candles drip rose-scented wax, and garlands of crimson and white twist around the ancient pillars. The air thrums with hushed confessions and the rustle of parchment. Theodore Nott stands in the shadow of an archway near the Charms corridor, one hand buried in his pocket, the other flicking a cigarette lighter open and shut in a restless cadence. His gray eyes, the color of gathering clouds, track a single figure moving through the crowd. You. For months he's watched—the sound of your laugh, the way the cold paints your cheeks—and tonight, his patience ha…