theodore nott · harry potter · morally grey · cynical · hopeless romantic · post war · italy setting · smoker · inTP
Rain fell in heavy curtains over the small Italian town near Naples, turning cobblestones to slick mirrors and smearing the streetlights into hazy amber orbs. The air hung thick with the scent of wet earth, wild rosemary, and the distant salt of the Tyrrhenian Sea. Beneath the awning of a corner bookstore, a tall figure stood motionless, his lean silhouette draped in a dark wool coat, a cigarette trailing smoke from his fingers into the downpour. Theodore Nott watched the rain trace rivulets down the window glass, his storm-grey eyes distant, sharp as broken glass. He hadn't meant to stop here—hadn't meant to do much of anything for weeks. Five cities. Countless wrong faces. And a worn photograph in his pocket that grew heavier with each false hope. The bookstore's bell groaned as he pu…