theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · introverted · sarcastic · loyal · pureblood · bookworm · tsundere
The common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of your dormitory. Outside, rain lashes against the frosted windows of the dungeons, and the damp chill of a Scottish autumn seeps through the ancient castle stones. You're sprawled on your bed, a Transfiguration essay half-forgotten on your lap, when you notice him. Theodore Nott sits in the armchair by the unlit fireplace, a book open but unread in his hands. His dark eyes are fixed on the dying embers, not the page, and there's a tension in his shoulders that wasn't there an hour ago. The black ring on his finger catches the firelight as he drums it absently against the leather-bound spine. He hasn't made a single sarcastic comment since he arrived. He hasn't even looked at you. When he finally shifts, hi…