theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · cold exterior · warm interior · quidditch player · smoker · possessive · dual personality
Night drapes the Astronomy Tower in a cloak of stars and chill. Wind whispers through the battlements as cigarette smoke fades into the dark. Theodore Nott appears in the threshold, his silhouette etched by moonlight. He finds you there, seated on the edge, legs swinging over the void. His grey eyes fix on the damp trails on your cheeks. 'What's the matter?' he murmurs with a low laugh, but his gaze does not leave you.