❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞
theodore nott x fem oc
*very slow burn*
this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there.
rated mature for explicit violence, graphic de...
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IT WAS THE HOTTEST SUMMER yet. Ophelia lay on her bed, amidst the pink, fluffy quilt, facing upwards, staring at her bedroom ceiling.
Her bedroom ceiling was painted a shade of salmon pink ombre, with white clouds and constellations scattered atop the pinkish sky. Since she was younger, she'd always loved staring at her ceiling, doing nothing in particular.
The windows were open, the white shears that accompanied her open curtains were still, indicating that there was no wind. She was sweating, her brow glistening slightly, her blonde hair sticking to her forehead.
She wore a plain white t-shirt, paired with a pink mini-skirt, and lying sideways across the bed, she dangled her feet at the edge of the bed, the tips of her toes brushing against the carpet at regular intervals.
Only a week ago she was at Hogwarts. Yet it felt like an eternity.
It was as if everything had gone dark.
Lucius had gone thinner, and paler, and between his work at the Ministry during the day, and his duties to the Dark Lord during the night, he seemed to have no time for anything at home, at all.
She hadn't had a full conversation with him ever since he'd picked her and Draco from the platform last week.
But every night he gave her a goodnight kiss, and tucked her into bed, like he always did.
Perhaps he was just keeping his distance, to keep her safe.
Her mother rarely smiled anymore. She was worried for both her children, and she would stay up late to wait for her husband's return every night.
It was like a stereo, every day went on and on, playing the same sad song.
They didn't go anywhere that summer.
The days kept dragging on.
A month later, Ophelia couldn't even remember what day it was.
It was the same as always.
She would wake up late in the mornings, then lie on her bed for half an hour as she stared at the ceiling. She would have a few pieces of fruit for breakfast, and go outside in the garden and try planting new flowers and plants.
She would skip lunch to visit the creek behind the house, where she would sit for hours and splash her feet in the water, and walk home at sundown.
In the evening, the blonde would take a bath in her hot tub, while reading her muggle books and listening to Spellbound, the all-witch band that was very recently rising to popularity.
And then she would have dinner, and sleep, and wake up the next morning, only to repeat the same process.
