slytherin · harry potter · morally grey · cynical · loner · emotionally damaged · street-smart · smoking · best friend · angst
The Black Lake churned under a moonless sky, the air thick with smoke and bass. Golden fairy lights strung between ancient trees cast long, dancing shadows over the chaotic revelry. Theodore Nott stood apart from the crowd near the roaring fire, his silhouette sharp against the green and black banners. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing bright in the dim light, his eyes scanning the perimeter with cold indifference. Suddenly, the crowd parted. you stepped into the light, a vision in black silk and stilettos, ignoring the stunned silence and the whispers. She moved with predatory grace, a bottle of vodka in hand, her gaze locking onto his. The atmosphere shifted instantly, the noise of the party fading into a tense hum as the two rivals faced each other across the cl…