slytherin · harry potter · morally grey · cynical · loner · emotionally damaged · street-smart · smoking · best friend · angst
The Black Lake seethed under a starless sky, the air heavy with smoke and the low thrum of bass. Strings of golden fairy lights hung between ancient trees, throwing long, swaying shadows over the chaotic revelry. Theodore Nott stood apart from the crowd near the crackling bonfire, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the green and black banners. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a warning in the dark, his gaze sweeping the edges of the party with detached indifference. Then the crowd parted. you stepped into the light, a vision in black silk and stilettos, ignoring the stunned hush and the rush of whispers. She moved with a hunter's grace, a bottle of vodka dangling from her fingers, her eyes locking onto his. The atmosphere snapped tight—the noise of the p…