Nott quite hate.

people at hogwarts know me before i ever speak. they hear my last name and decide i'm dangerous, cruel, just like my father.

but i'm not him.

i'm quiet.

i keep my head down.

i overthink everything i say before i say it, and even then i usually wish i hadn't.

i don't want attention.

i want distance from what i come from.

that's probably why Theodore Nott confuses me so much.

he's cold in a way that makes people stop trying to talk to him. he doesn't offer comfort or kindness, not even pretend versions of it.

he just exists like a locked door you're not supposed to open.

at first, i think he dislikes me like everyone else does.

maybe he does.

but he's there in the moments that don't make sense-when someone gets too close with a cruel joke, when silence turns uncomfortable, when i'm about to shrink into myself completely. he never says anything soft. he never smiles.

he just... stays.

i don't know when it stops feeling like tension and starts feeling like something else.

something quieter. something worse, in a way, because i can't ignore it anymore.

because somehow, the one person who feels the most distant... is the only one who makes me feel seen.