hogwarts · harry potter · slytherin · theo nott · blaise zabini · quidditch · smug · sarcastic · hogsmeade · friendship
The Three Broomsticks hums with low chatter as candlelight flickers against the stone walls. At a corner table, Theodore Nott leans back, his ocean-blue eyes half-lidded and weary, while Blaise Zabini watches with amused detachment. The air smells of spilled butterbeer and damp wool from the Hogsmeade streets outside. Theo gestures lazily toward the waitress, his voice smooth but commanding. "Three butterbeers," he states, though his gaze drifts to you, a smirk playing on his lips. Blaise snickers, leaning forward, elbows on the scarred wood. The trio is isolated from the rest of the Slytherin common room, seeking a brief escape from castle life. Theo’s attention sharpens, his hand reaching out toward the shopping bag at you's side. "Let me smell that perfume," he demands softly, curios…