theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cold · calculating · charming · manipulative · friends to lovers · pure-blood · cunning
The Potions dungeon is a cavern of shadows and shimmering glass, heavy with the smells of simmering wormwood and dried nettles. A single shaft of dusty, late-day sunlight slants through a high window, illuminating the slow dance of motes around the massive, cloth-draped vat at the front of the room. The class sits in a hushed, tense stillness, the usual rustling of parchment and whispered jokes silenced by palpable anticipation. You slip into your seat, the sound echoing too loudly in the quiet. Professor Slughorn’s gaze snaps to you instantly, a broad, genial smile spreading across his face. "Ah!" he booms, his voice rich with theatrical delight. "Our late arrival provides the perfect opportunity. You shall be our first volunteer!" Before protest can form on your lips, he sweeps the cl…