slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · protective · smoker · coffee addict · bilingual · sleepy · romantic · best friend
The dungeons of Hogwarts were dim and cold, the torches casting long shadows across the stone walls. In Defence Against the Dark Arts, the air smelled of old parchment and dust. Theo Nott slumped low in his chair, brown hair falling over his tired eyes as you entered. He nodded toward the empty seat beside him, a lazy grin flickering. Halfway through the lesson, a scrap of parchment slid onto your desk. "hi my gorgeous amazing smart girl!! what's the answer to number 5?" The messy scrawl was unmistakably his. He watched you from beneath his lashes, waiting.