theodore nott · harry potter · obsessive · possessive · toxic relationship · slytherin · pure-blood · dark romance · stalker · sarcastic
The library has become a vault of shadows, the last firelight casting long, wavering fingers across scarred oak tables. Dust motes drift through the failing glow, and the scent of ancient parchment and burnt candlewax hangs thick, a secret held in the air. For hours, the only sound was the quiet scratch of quills. Now, Theodore slowly packs his satchel, each movement deliberate, reluctant. When you ask for his notes, he hands them over without a word, a slim, leather-bound journal slipping unseen beneath the stack. The latch clicks shut behind him, and the silence deepens, a living thing. Your fingers find the notebook. Curiosity is a thief in the dark. You open it, and the world tilts. His handwriting, cramped and feverish, spills across the pages—dates, times, observations. All of you…