❝ 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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NOW THAT THE CABINET WAS fixed, there was a forbearing sense of darkness that loomed over Ophelia's head, like a storm cloud that was constantly above her, ready to unleash it's anger and wrath across her path in the shape of a deadly hurricane.
It was like waiting for the right moment, for the perfect chance, for the ideal opportunity.
And then, the day finally came, and ironically, it happened to be a lovely, sunny morning.
But that's what they say; that the calm always appears before the storm.
The day started out like any other, with Ophelia in the library, spending her time tutoring younger students, helping them do some last minute learning and cramming for their ongoing exams.
Theo came and sat beside her after his lessons, which ended at midday, and the pair spent the rest of the gloriously sunny afternoon outside by the Black Lake, Ophelia reading a novel, and Theo lying down in her lap and trying to annoy her and distract her by tickling her knees.
Draco didn't attend any of his classes. He had been far too busy sending a message to Borgin and Burkes, informing them that the time had come for death eaters to storm all over the castle grounds.
In a way, it made perfect sense that Ophelia and Theo spent the rest of their day together underneath the sun, for who knew when it would come out once again? It was as if they were both trying to live for one more golden day before the earth would flood and the storm would drag them down, beneath the waves to their deaths.
They watched the bittersweet sunset together, the end of a beautiful day, and the beginning of a night of terrors, one that would be imprinted in their minds forever.
It all happened so fast, the whole night was mashed up into a series of events that were a blur as they occurred, yet Ophelia still remembered every, single, distinct detail.
She had been in the courtyard counting the stars with Astoria, eating strawberries and whipped cream that Little had brought for them.
Summer was approaching, but it promised nothing but stormy skies and dismal nights. The air was warm, so Ophelia and Astoria decided to take advantage of the weather and spend their evening together instead of in the Slytherin Common Room or the library. It was nearly dark, the stars were twinkling above them, as if it were bidding them goodbye.
They were discussing the latest fashion magazine when Draco interrupted them, approaching both blondes with desperation that bordered on frantic.
"Come with me, let's go," Draco warned them, urgency lacing his tone. "The Death Eaters will begin to swarm across the castle any moment now."
Ophelia stood up and gathered her things in a rush, stashing everything in her bag and helping Astoria do the same.
