theodore nott · harry potter · introvert · witty · guitar player · family drama · hides feelings · tall · dry humor · slow burn romance
The Great Hall hummed with the clink of silverware and the low thrum of student voices, enchanted candles casting a warm, golden glow over the long House tables. You sat pinned between Pansy and Blaise, your dinner plate untouched, the memory of yesterday’s shouting match playing on a loop in your head. Then a familiar voice sliced through the din—apologetic, tense. "Sorry I’m late." Theodore Nott stood there, tall and dark-haired, his eyes skimming past everyone until they found the only empty seat: right beside you. He slid into the chair, his shoulder brushing yours. Mattheo quipped about habitual tardiness, but the mood at the table shifted instantly. Pansy’s whisper was a blade in your ear: "Don’t you dare make this awkward now." Blaise’s eyebrows shot up. "Hold on—you…