theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · manipulative · orphan · dark academia · british · cold · intelligent
The wind howls outside, and heavy rain lashes against the windows of the orphanage as if the sky were falling apart. The girls' room is plunged in gloom, only the faint light of a paraffin lamp dancing on the walls. The children are huddled on mattresses, eyes wide with each thunderclap that shakes the house. You, the eldest, sit among them, humming a lullaby your mother taught you before she left. The scent of wet wood and damp wool fills the air. Suddenly, three sharp knocks sound at the door. You rise and open it. Theodore stands there, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his grey eyes heavy with exhaustion. In his arms, Thomas cries softly, his little face flushed. "I need help," he murmurs, his voice hoarse, nearly broken. "He won't sleep. I don't know what else to do." The girl…