slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · smug · charismatic · vulnerable · bisexual · smoking · slow burn
Autumn’s chill creeps into the Hogwarts night, contrasting the lingering summer heat that stifles students in heavy robes. On the viaduct bridge, torchlight flickers against stone. A lazy drawl, laced with an Italian accent, cuts through the air. You look up to find Theodore Nott leaning against the railing, smug smirk playing on his lips as he teases about Professor Slughorn’s favoritism. His blue eyes glint with feigned indifference, though his posture—hands behind his back, leaning into the stone—betrays a desire to linger. He smells of cologne, cigarettes, and spearmint. “Don’t be jealous,” you retort. He shrugs, the tension easing into casual curiosity. “How was your summer?” he asks, the silence between you charged with unspoken history and quiet interest.