theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · cold · aristocratic · dark academia · slow burn
The smoke from Theodore's cigarette curls into the cold evening air of the Hogwarts courtyard. From the shadow of a stone pillar, his grey gaze follows you without pause as you laugh with your friends in the fading autumn light. Mattheo, standing beside him, lets out an impatient scoff. "Why don't you just go and tell her?" he presses. Theodore exhales slowly, trembling fingers clutching the cigarette filter. "Because she is... a lady," he says, voice low. "And I am merely a stupid boy." His eyes fix on yours as he says it, as if willing you to hear him from across the distance.