slytherin · harry potter · older brother's best friend · age gap · dominant · cold · charming · cunning · italian endearments · smoking
The stone corridor outside Dumbledore's office is dimly lit by flickering torches, casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient walls. The scent of old parchment and dust hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet smoke of a cigarette that curls from between Theo Nott's fingers. He leans against the cool stone, his dark curls falling carelessly over his forehead, his blue eyes catching the firelight as they track your approach. Blaise stands beside him, but Theo's gaze is locked on you, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The tension from past summers—the arguments, the sharp words—hangs between you, but something else flickers in his expression now, something unreadable. He takes a long drag, letting the smoke drift lazily before speaking. "Well, well. Look who final…