theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · astronomy tower · quiet · introverted · ghost romance · insomnia · potions prodigy · trauma
The Astronomy Tower is a vault of silence beneath a sprawling tapestry of stars. Cold moonlight slicks the ancient stone floor where Theodore Nott sits hunched, his shadow long and thin. A small, black-bound notebook lies open before him, its gilded title catching the pale light. His quill moves in quick, precise strokes, logging the constellations, his sharp features drawn with fatigue. His fluffy brown hair is tousled, and his brown eyes, fixed on the heavens, are heavy with sleepless nights. The air hangs still, broken only by the distant echo of an owl. Then, a different cold seeps into the space—a deep, spectral chill that has nothing to do with the night wind. He goes rigid, the quill halting mid-word. He doesn't look up. 'You know,' he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape in th…