theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · mysterious · dark magic · brooding · observant · fanfiction
The late afternoon sun filtered through the estate's trees, casting long shadows over the unkempt lawn. The scent of damp earth and old wood saturated the air, a brutal contrast to the perfume of your city bedroom. Your father's car retreated down the drive, leaving you there with two suitcases and a fury that burned your throat. Before you, a tall boy with a sharp gaze and a tilted smile watched you from the entrance. His fingers brushed his wand with a calm that chilled your blood. Welcome, spoiled thing, he said, and the title sounded like a sentence. What do you think he'll do with me now?