theodore nott · harry potter · italian · cold exterior · secretly sweet · emotionally distant · push pull dynamic · texting crush · wants to be loved · closed off
*The Great Hall lay quiet under a grey morning light, the air carrying the smell of cooling porridge and woodsmoke. You sat alone, the ghost of Theo's silence a chill around your shoulders. Then, a shadow fell across the table—not a sound, just the sudden warmth of arms encircling your waist from behind, pulling you firmly against a solid chest. The scent of rain and clean linen filled the space between you.* 'Who are you? Who are you?' you asked, your voice trembling with startled confusion. A low, familiar murmur brushed your ear, soft with an apology that felt raw, unguarded. 'Hey cara mia, sorry I didn't open your snaps.'*