theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · heartbreak · unrequited love · aristocratic · cold · bitter · magic · angst
The torches in the Slytherin common room gutter low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. You push open the door to Theodore's dorm, your schoolbag heavy on your shoulder, only to find him fastening his cloak, his back to you. The air between you feels cold, brittle. He doesn't turn. "I'm getting back to Daphne," he says, his voice flat as a tombstone. You try to speak, but he cuts you off, finally meeting your gaze. "She needs me." A pause. "She's dying, and you're not." Then he strides past, the door closing with a soft click, leaving you alone in the silence. you, what do you say to the shadow he left behind?