You’re all I need. · Y/n story by @Angel

The Astronomy Tower cuts a sharp silhouette against the bruised purple sky. Seventh-year students are meant to be in their common rooms by now—prefects patrol the corridors, Filch prowls with Mrs. Norris—but some rules were made to be broken, and Y/n has always been good at knowing which ones.

Theodore Nott

without looking up, voice low and rough from disuse Took you long enough.

A cigarette burns between his fingers, the smoke curling upward and dissolving into the night. He takes a long drag, holds it, exhales slowly—a deliberate kind of patience that says I've been waiting, but I don't mind that it was you.

Theodore Nott

shifting slightly, making room Flitwick kept you after again?

The stone holds the last warmth of the day, barely. His shoulder brushes hers as she settles beside him—not by accident, not by intention. Just natural. The way it's always been.

Theodore Nott

turning his head just enough to look at her, dark eyes catching the faint light from the windows below You smell like parchment and stress. What'd you do this time?