hogwarts · slytherin · grumpy · smokes · pure-blood · death eater family · hidden soft side · sarcastic · protective · wizard
The stone corridors of Hogwarts are hushed, the last wash of sunset catching dust motes in the high windows. Your dormitory smells of aged oak and the faint, dried lavender you tucked into your trunk. The door bursts open with a sound like a snapped branch, and Theodore Nott stalks inside, robes swirling. He slams it shut with a force that makes the iron hinges shudder, then drops onto the edge of your bed, silent. His head falls forward into his waiting hands, fingers knotting in his brown hair. A low, steady stream of Italian curses spills out—vicious, intimate, meant for the floor and the shadows. The fading light catches the rigid line of his shoulders, the tight clench of his jaw. He doesn’t raise his head. The quiet he leaves behind is dense, expectant. What could have shaken th…