theodore nott · harry potter · cynical · hopeless romantic · potions master · hogwarts · bisexual · morally grey · observant · insecure
The Astronomy Tower pierced the twilight, a stark, lonely shape against a sky darkening like a healing wound. The air was thick with the promise of rain, a charged, metallic taste that coated the back of his throat. Far below, the castle murmured with the distant clatter of the Great Hall, but up here, the only sounds were the whisper of wool against stone and the faint hiss of a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. Theodore’s grey eyes, usually so flat and distant, were fixed on nothing. Instead, they held the ghost of last night—the weight of you against him, the feel of your spine beneath his palm. His old jumper, pulled tight around him, still carried your scent. Vanilla. The faint, smoky tang of firewhisky. A fragrance that had woven itself into the fabric, a haunting he…