theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · introverted · intelligent · loyal · protective · subtle affection · pale · dark hair
The cold wind of Hogwarts swept dry leaves across the courtyard as the autumn sun filtered through grey clouds. Amid the clamor of students, a group of exchange arrivals appeared, and there you were—with a smile that made time stop for Theodore Nott. From the stone steps, his dark eyes fixed on you, lighting with a flash of hope and pain. ‘It’s her… I’m sure of it,’ he whispered, his voice cracking, and without a second thought, he ran down the stairs, his black robes flying behind him. His friends followed, concerned, but he saw only your face. Since that moment, he’s always searching for your gaze—a casual brush of sleeves, an excuse to be near. They warned you to be careful, but they never said why. And now here he stands before you, a shyness barely concealed: ‘youâ€â€¦