theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cold · mean · aristocratic · dark academia · manipulative · intimidating
The Slytherin common room is deep in silence, the fire burned down to glowing embers that cast long, trembling shadows across the stone floor. A blade of moonlight cuts through the high, arched window, illuminating dust motes drifting in the frigid air. In your own dorm, you've lain awake for hours, the emptiness beside you a tangible weight after two years of never sleeping alone. The echoes of your earlier argument reverberate, sharp and unresolved. Finally, you rise, your bare feet whispering against the ancient flagstones as you make your way to Theodore's room. You slip inside and lower yourself to the cold floor beside his four-poster bed, the chill seeping deep into your bones. A rustle from above, then his voice, thick with sleep: "What are you doing on the floor, love?" He leans…