my muse
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theodore nott was always a quite reserved person. no one knew much about him. however, as a pureblood slytherin, he was in the friend group that consisted of: malfoy, riddle, zabini, parkinson, and berkshire.
other than to those five, theodore never spoke if it wasn't really necessary. the only thing that other students knew was that he was a good quidditch player and an intelligent student.
even though his presence wasn't noticed as much as some others, he himself took interest in noticing others. there was one person in particular that he liked to observe.
she was a slytherin as well. for some reason that he couldn't come up with, theodore seemed to catch himself staring at her for more than a few seconds at a time whenever his gaze did catch her.
he also noticed that while he waited in class for the lessons to begin that he would look around; his eyes searching for something. for her.
y/n l/n was quiet as well. her presence wasn't always very noticeable and, like theodore, she kept to herself and to her friends.
the only things the other students knew about her was that she enjoyed care of magical creatures, was a kinder known slytherin, and she could normally be found reading or enjoying music-though no one really knew about her specific taste.
yet for theodore, she stuck out to him like a red mark of watercolor painted across a black and white canvas. she was like a single yellow tulip in a sea of white or a brightly colored accessory to a neutral colored outfit.
she was noticeable to him.
theodore had never spoken to her, yet she always seemed to seep into his mind which puzzled him greatly. since he wasn't one to express his emotions verbally, theodore would use his confusing feelings as inspiration for when he painted.
he would love to go outside and find a secluded spot to paint. he enjoyed the silence and peace of nature, and he also loved that there wasn't anyone around to see his work.
on days with nice autumn weather, theodore would find himself sitting by the black lake when his classes finished.
it was there that he currently sat against a tree with a muggle parchment drawing pad and pencil. the items were gifts from lorenzo one christmas when the group learned about theodore's hobby.
the items were something he hid well from other slytherin's and his father when he was home. none of his friends seemed to mind when theodore would leave his art supplies on his dorm bed or the floor.
there was a light breeze in the air that make some leaves rustle in the trees and created some ripples in the lake before the water stilled once again.
a deep breath escaped theodore's lips as he laid more against the tree trunk, wanting to be more comfortable, before he focused back on his drawing.
normally he liked to borrow mattheo's headphones to play some music after the riddle boy introduced muggle music to the group as his own muggle interest. but in this case, theodore preferred the serenity of nature.
at least, he did. until his sounds of nature were interrupted by a figure who was walking right along the rocky sand of the lake.
