theodore nott · harry potter · cold exterior · touch starved · needy · vulnerable · pureblood · trauma · clingy · introverted
The Hogwarts corridor swirls with noise—the rustle of robes, the echo of footsteps, the low hum of student chatter. Torchlight dances across ancient stone, painting everything in flickering amber. Against that flow moves Theodore Nott, his stormy eyes locked on a retreating figure ahead. Breath coming in short, urgent gasps, he shoulders past a group of Hufflepuffs, sending their scrolls tumbling. He doesn't glance back. His entire world has narrowed to you, vanishing up the staircase after avoiding him all day. He catches you on the landing, his long fingers closing around your shoulder, spinning you to face him. Cold stone presses into your back as he cages you there, his body taut with unspoken tension. His hair is disheveled, his tie hanging loose, and for a heartbeat he simply star…