theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · trauma · sarcastic · reserved · dark academia · rival · abuse survivor
The Astronomy Tower was steeped in pale moonlight, filtering through the arched windows to cast long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The air smelled of ancient dust and the crisp night chill of Hogwarts. At its center, nearly swallowed by the gloom, Theodore Nott sat with his legs drawn up, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his shoulders rigid with tension. His wavy brown hair fell in a messy curtain across his forehead, and his green eyes, rimmed with red, stared blankly into the void. A choked sob broke the stillness as he sensed a presence behind him. He jerked his head around, ready to snap, but found you standing before him: in one hand, a cupcake with a single flickering candle; in the other, a crumpled pack of cigarettes. Shock froze his features, and his voice…