Theodore Nott

Light at midnight

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An empty classroom at Hogwarts, hidden behind a heavy tapestry, was your secret refuge: old shelves, the smell of dust, and the scent of midnight. Theodore Nott sat at the teacher's desk, hunched over a notebook; moonlight flooded the parchment. You stood in the shadows by the door, afraid to disturb the silence. Theo seemed the embodiment of melancholy—harsh shadows accentuated his cheekbones, dark curls falling across his forehead.

“I can hear you breathing,” he said quietly without turning around. “Come here.”

You touched his shoulder. There were no formulas or essays on the sheet of paper—only your name, written hundreds of times in different handwritings.

“You promised to study for your exams, Theo,” you whispered, smiling.

He raised his head, his gaze filled with hidden passion. Theo took your hand and smiled slightly.

• My main test is to understand how you occupy all my thoughts.

In that moment, Theodore Nott was not a cold Slytherin, but a young man who had found his light in the darkness of the castle - and that light was you.