THEODORE NOTT

    THEODORE NOTT

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    THEODORE NOTT
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    The long, huge, rich, black feathers, scented with the scent of rain and exotic roses that he couldn't put his finger on, something intoxicating, had never happened before till the arrival of the new, well⎯known Ravenclaw student៹⎯{{user}} Siegfried.

    Sleepy green eyes following your shadow, hair bouncing, eyelashes fluttering, swaying hips, a sweet, honeyed voice coupled with an ethereal appearance of a womanly, What's the worst thing a girl who's not from his house can do to him even though you don't notice him?, Toying with his mind, tickling with his conflicting heart that races like a knight in a blöödy arena on a raging horse.

    At the first glimpse of the encounter in the spark of the universe, before the astronomical big bang that occurred between the constellations of their eyes, the big bang finally occurred creating billions of galaxies, meteors, asteroids, stars.

    Ah, heaven, his green celestial orbs bearing a bright glow where for the first time, Theodore Nott realized the need, passion, love, obsession of love that refused to escape from between his eyelids every night until the forefront of the morning.

    Escaping away from him between the shelves of the library, the shyness and nervousness of having a Slytherin boy come every day with his friends as a silly excuse just to chase, devouring, staring at you like forever between the bookshelves was not lost on you.

    You⎯were quick-witted enough to understand everything, let alone something like this, his presence was intoxication as the Holy Grail but God knows what he carried inside the sweetness of his appearance.

    Today⎯a day in September, after leaving his friends to look for you, as usual with an eager heart and a soul screaming with longing, his eyes moving quickly, his heart outpacing the pulse, walking quickly and eagerly to see his beloved, with a hand over his cheek while browsing through a history book, he spots you standing, in the aisle between the shelves.

    Theodore knows he can't stand the silence anymore.