Mr. Loverman || T.N. · Y/n story by @unethical

The last day of summer before seventh year always felt like standing on the edge of something. The Hogwarts Express sat waiting at Platform 9¾, steam curling into the September air, students shouting over each other and trunks thudding against the platform.

Theodore Nott

glancing up, then back down quickly, jaw tight Don't stare. You've been doing this for four years. It's pathetic. Look normal.

His thumb scrolled absently over nothing. Somewhere in the crowd, a first-year dropped an owl cage and a mother shrieked. Theodore didn't notice. He was too busy cataloguing the way the light hit Y/n's face, the way they laughed at something someone said, the way his chest ached just looking at them.

Theodore Nott

pocketing his phone, forcing his expression into something casual as he finally pushed off the pillar Oi.

His voice was dry, steady. Perfectly normal. Inside, his heart was a frantic mess.

Theodore Nott

glances at them, then away Missed you this summer, Bunny. You look... he stops, swallows, looking forward again You look good.

The word felt too small. They always looked like something out of a dream he couldn't wake from.