theodore nott · harry potter · arranged marriage · cynical · snarky · pure-blood · unrequited love · trauma · intelligent · morally grey
The rain descends in heavy, oppressive sheets across the Hogwarts grounds, transforming the ancient cobblestones into shimmering mirrors of a leaden sky. Inside the Manor's study, the fire has dwindled to a low, rhythmic crackle, casting elongated, dancing shadows against the walls. A glass of firewhisky remains half-full upon the mahogany desk, its amber hue glowing softly in the dim light. The French doors stand slightly ajar, inviting the damp, biting air and the rich, metallic scent of wet earth into the room. Theodore Nott is a sharp, dark silhouette against the gloom, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his slender fingers. He watches the garden with a detached intensity, focusing on you as she kneels in the mud, her white sleeves ruined by soil, her hair clinging to her cheeks…