The Girl Who Spoke to Forests
Paring: Theodore nott x Ravenclaw!reader
Theodore Nott canât understand the quiet Ravenclaw girl who spends more time with creatures and moonlight than other students. But the more moments he shares with you, the more he realizes your strange little world is exactly where he wants to be.
The first time Theodore Nott noticed you, you were sitting on the edge of the Black Lake with your robes soaked at the hem and a kneazle asleep in your lap.
Not trying to impress anyone.
Just existing quietly beneath the silver light of the moon as if the castle had built itself around you instead of the other way around.
âThe Ravenclaw girlâs odd,â Draco had muttered once in the Slytherin common room.
Theo remembered looking up from his book.
You wandered the corridors at midnight with your shoes in your hands because you liked how the cold stone felt beneath your feet. You spoke to portraits as if they were alive. You vanished into the Forbidden Forest with pockets full of berries for creatures nobody else even noticed.
And Theodore couldnât stop watching.
Most people thought you were shy.
Theo realized quickly that wasnât true.
You simply chose silence over meaningless noise.
He learned your habits without meaning to.
You always sat near the windows during breakfast because you liked watching the owls arrive. You wore mismatched rings on your fingers that looked like theyâd been collected from antique shops and forgotten drawers. Ink stains marked the side of your hand almost constantly.
Sometimes heâd see you lying flat on your back in the courtyard grass while students stepped around you in annoyance.
âWhat are you doing?â Pansy asked once.
âClouds are moving too fast today,â you answered vaguely.
Theo nearly laughed into his drink.
He tried speaking to you twice before it actually happened.
The first time, you disappeared before he reached you.
The second time, you stared at him for so long he forgot what he planned to say in the first place.
âYouâre Theodore Nott,â youâd said softly.
âYou look like you sleep badly.â
For three straight nights he thought about it.
Winter settled over Hogwarts like a silver veil.
The castle smelled of burning wood and cinnamon by December, and frost curled along the windows in delicate patterns. Theo found you outside anyway.
You stood near the edge of the Forbidden Forest holding your wand toward a wounded thestral. Your scarf dragged through the snow behind you.
Theo frowned as he approached.
âYou know those things bite, right?â
You glanced over your shoulder, unsurprised to see him.
âYou know snakes do too.â
âThatâs different.â
He stopped beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. Up close, he noticed little things. Your lashes clumped together from snowflakes. Your fingertips were red from cold.
The thestral nudged your hand weakly.
âHeâs hurt,â you murmured.
Theo looked down. A slash cut across the creatureâs leg.
âYou came out here alone?â
âYou came out here alone too.â
âThatâs because Iâm stupid.â
A tiny smile tugged at your mouth.
It was the first one heâd seen from you.
Something warm twisted sharply in his chest.
After that, he started finding you everywhere.
Or maybe you started allowing yourself to be found.
Heâd sit across from you in the library while you scribbled strange notes about mooncalves and magical migration patterns. Sometimes youâd speak suddenly after an hour of silence like youâd been continuing a conversation only you could hear.
âDo you think ghosts get lonely?â
Theo looked up from his Potions essay.
âThe Fat Friar follows people around sometimes,â you explained quietly. âI think he misses being alive.â
âYou think about weird things.â
âYou listen to them.â
He hated how true that was.
One evening he found you feeding crumbs to ravens outside the Astronomy Tower.
âYou know,â Theo said lazily, leaning against the stone archway, âmost girls try harder to impress people.â
âMost boys donât stare at people from across rooms like nervous stray cats.â
âI notice everything.â
Your voice wasnât arrogant.
The ravens fluttered around your shoulders while wind tangled through your hair. Against the darkening sky, you looked less like a student and more like some strange woodland spirit Hogwarts had created for itself.
Theo couldnât understand you.
That was exactly the problem.
Rumors spread quickly at Hogwarts.
Especially about Slytherin boys and quiet Ravenclaw girls.
Theo heard them whispered behind hands.
âSheâs too strange for him.â
âHeâs too cruel for her.â
âHeâll get bored eventually.â
Because every time he thought he understood you, you did something impossible.
Like dragging him out of bed at two in the morning because you âheard wolves.â
âThere are no wolves at Hogwarts.â
âYou donât know everything, Theodore.â
You always called him Theodore.
Through dark corridors and silver moonlight and trees dripping with mist until he realized you were smiling to yourself the entire walk.
âYou just wanted company.â
âI wanted you specifically.â
You looked back at him innocently.
His chest felt suddenly too tight.
Nothing had ever sounded so dangerous in your soft voice.
By spring, Theodore started changing without noticing.
He spent less time in the common room.
Less time sneering at people for sport.
More time sitting beside you in silence while you pressed flowers between book pages.
One afternoon you reached over absentmindedly and fixed the crooked collar of his robes.
You didnât seem to realize what youâd done.
The first time he kissed you, it happened quietly.
Just rain tapping softly against the windows of an abandoned classroom while you sat beside him on the floor.
You were talking about nifflers.
âThey like shiny things because they think humans hide stars in their pockets,â you said thoughtfully.
Theo stared at you for a long moment.
âYou canât honestly believe that.â
âI think maybe magic believes strange things.â
âYouâre impossible.â
You looked over at him then.
And suddenly the room felt unbearably small.
Theo touched your hand carefully, like approaching something sacred.
âYou know,â he murmured, âI think I liked you the moment I saw you.â
âThe kneazle helped.â
He laughed softly before kissing you.
Your lips tasted faintly like tea and winter berries.
Outside, thunder rolled across the sky.
Inside, Theodore Nott realized he would follow you anywhere.
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