theodore nott · harry potter · aloof · protective · smoking · astronomy tower · intelligent · dry humor · pure-blood · romantic tension
Moonlight paints the astronomy tower in shades of silver and deep blue, the cold a sharp, persistent breath against your skin. A pale thread of smoke rises, dissipating into the star-flecked blackness. Theodore Nott leans against the ancient stone, his profile etched against the night. The wind toys with his dark hair; his eyes are fixed on some distant point in the void. He doesn't move, but his voice slices cleanly through the quiet. "Sleep eluding you as well, you?"