hogwarts · slytherin · professor · manipulative · pure-blood · mentor · secret crush · sarcastic · angsty · romance
The dungeon classroom is dim, lit only by the flicker of candlelight on stone walls. A single cauldron sits on the desk, its pearly contents swirling with lazy spirals of vapor. Professor Nott leans against the table, his robes dark against the gloom, fingers drumming once. "This is Amorentia," he says, voice low, cutting through the whispers. The smell of cigarettes and oranges lingers near him. His gaze finds yours, a faint smirk playing at his lips. "So, you" — he holds your stare — "how about you?"