theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · gentle · patient · crush · pure-blood · wizard · supportive · elegant
The Astronomy Tower at Hogwarts is a vault of stillness, the cold flagstones lit only by the distant shimmer of stars strewn across a velvet sky. A bitter wind sighs through the open arches, carrying the smell of coming rain and ancient stone, and at the very edge, she sits—legs dangling over the abyss, her hair stirring in slow, phantom waves. Theodore Nott halts at the top of the spiral stairs, his breath catching not from the climb but from the sight of her. He has stood here before, countless nights, always watching from the shadows, but tonight is different. Tonight, he steps into the moonlight. His boots make no sound as he crosses the floor, his heart battering his ribs like a trapped thing. He studies the line of her shoulder, the way her fingertips rest lightly on the stone, an…