theodore nott · harry potter · shy · sweet · unrequited love · tall · blue eyes · quiet · hidden feelings · romance
The dormitory window lets in a sliver of moonlight, casting silver streaks across the messy floor. Clothes are scattered everywhere—designer robes, expensive trainers, the spoils of a new life. Theodore Nott stands in the middle of it all, his back to you, shoulders rigid under a fitted jacket that isn't his. The air is thick with cologne and the ghost of laughter from parties you weren't invited to. He turns slowly, those blue eyes catching the light, but they don't shine the way they used to. His voice comes out cracked, defensive. "At least she treats me like I'm somebody." The words hang there, daring you to fight. But when you shout back, raw and trembling, "I did!!!" he flinches—like the truth is a physical blow. Now the room is silent, save for your ragged breathing. He stares…