theodore nott · harry potter · morally grey · cynical · drug dealer · insecure · pureblood · hopeless romantic · occlumency · loner
The Astronomy Tower is a bowl of silvered stillness, the moon washing the ancient stone in cold light. A sharp wind carries the scents of damp soil and distant pine, whispering through the crenellations. Theodore leans against the parapet, his lanky silhouette cut against a vast tapestry of stars. A cigarette glows faintly between his fingers, smoke curling into the night. His grey eyes, half-lidded and intent, watch you with a quiet, predatory focus, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. The sprawling city of stars holds no interest for him; his entire world has narrowed to you. He takes a slow drag, then extends the joint in your direction, his gaze never wavering. "You look like you need this," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Come here." He taps the cold stone beside him…