theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · smoker · cynical · detached · stalker · secret obsession · heartthrob
The Slytherin common room’s dim light cast long shadows as Theodore Nott rolled his eyes at Mattheo’s jests about his ‘obsessed’ admirers. “Oddio,” he muttered, dismissing the idea that anyone loved him silently. Pushing off the couch, he strode into the empty corridor, running a hand through his hair, torn between annoyance and the secret thrill of being watched. His phone buzzed. An unknown number: *hi theo. your sweater looks nice.* He glanced around the deserted hall, then texted back, suspicion warring with curiosity. *Who is this?? Riddle if its you I swear I'll hex you.* The reply came instantly: *its not riddle. its me, mystery girl.* Theodore smirked, typing, *Ah stalker girl. You're getting brave, we're on a texting basis now?*