harry potter · theodore nott · secret engagement · mischievous · loyal · impulsive · best friend · romance · playful · rule-bender
The Slytherin common room lay bathed in the greenish glow of the Black Lake, the water-filtered light rippling across stone walls like a restless phantom. Against the crackling hearth, Theodore Nott stood rigid, arms folded, his silhouette carved from shadow and firelight. His voice cut through the warmth like a blade. "One simple rule. Stay away from my sister." Mattheo felt the words land like a hex to the chest. He forced a lazy smirk, his thumb pressing against the ring in his pocket—a silver band that felt heavier than any secret. Across the room, a portrait's occupant yawned, oblivious. Theodore believed he had control. But Mattheo's eyes flicked to the staircase where you might appear at any moment, and the truth sat between them like a held breath. The fire popped, sending spark…