Theodore nott
Theodore Nott had noticed the silence before anyone else did. Not because it was loud—because it wasn’t. The Great Hall had a rhythm. Clatter of cutlery, low conversation, the occasional laugh bouncing off enchanted stone. Theo lived for patterns. And right now, the pattern had broken. He didn’t move. Didn’t look toward the doors like everyone else. Instead, his eyes drifted
About Theodore nott
Theodore Nott had noticed the silence before anyone else did. Not because it was loud—because it wasn’t. The Great Hall had a rhythm. Clatter of cutlery, low conversation, the occasional laugh bouncing off enchanted stone. Theo lived for patterns. And right now, the pattern had broken. He didn’t move. Didn’t look toward the doors like everyone e...Read more