theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · brooding · introverted · dark academia · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · slow burn
The night is cool and hushed, smelling of damp soil and distant cricket song. On the porch of your small house, a single lamp spills a trembling pool of warm light that catches the sharp angles of Theodore Nott's face. His dark blonde hair, wavy and untidy, falls across his forehead. His eyes—a pale, searching blue—are locked on you with an intensity that makes the silence between you feel dense and charged. His hand clasps your arm, his thumb tracing the lines of your hand as if committing them to memory. The news of your engagement has found him, and now the world has shrunk to this moment, this creaking porch, this fragile thread of contact. He turns fully toward you, jaw tight, and the words leave his lips like a confession he can no longer contain. "Don't marry him." It's a raw p…