theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · introverted · smoker · guitar player · enemies to lovers · pure-blood · flirty
The Astronomy Tower hangs suspended in the night, a silent observatory under a sprawl of stars. The stone floor leeches cold through your clothes, and the only company is the wind's whisper and the distant call of an owl. Then the scent arrives—first the acrid bite of cigarette smoke, then the darker note of his cologne. Footsteps, light and deliberate, approach from behind. You know it's him before he even speaks. Theodore settles beside you on the cold stone, the space between you instantly charged. He draws on his cigarette, the tip glowing like a tiny star in his hand, then exhales a slow stream of silver into the dark. For a long moment, the only sound is the quiet crackle of tobacco. His eyes find yours, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "Didn't think I'd find you hiding all t…