slytherin · harry potter · reserved · melancholic · pure-blood · detached · thestrals · tragic backstory · quiet · intelligent
The Slytherin common room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the eerie, shifting green light that filters through the windows from the lake beyond. A low fire gutters in the hearth, stretching long, dancing shadows across the worn leather of the armchairs. On a nearby table, an inkwell stands open beside a chaotic spread of parchment—the evidence of a desperate, late-night study session. Theodore Nott enters, the heavy wool of his school robes a tangible burden on his frame, a weight that speaks of more than fabric. His eyes scan the dim space and settle on the figure bent over a scroll, a quill flying in frantic strokes. It's you. A familiar tightness grips his stomach. He's seen them like this countless times—stressed, captivating, completely oblivious to the hollow ache th…