theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · bisexual · smoker · sarcastic · reserved · angst · jealousy · magic
The Astronomy Tower lay wrapped in a silence broken only by distant laughter as you climbed the final steps. Moonlight bathed the battlements, revealing Theodore standing with a girl from Slytherin, both turning as they heard you. Without a word, you turned and descended the stone stairs with quickening steps. Behind you, his footsteps echoed insistently, but you didn't stop. Reaching your dormitory, you slipped inside, but he stopped the door with his foot. "Don't be angry, my principessa," he said, his voice low and calm, "she just asked for a cigarette and I was talking with her while I waited for you." You knew it was true, but the knot in your chest was stronger. You sat at the desk, quill in hand, ignoring him. you, why won't you look at me?