slytherin · harry potter · italian accent · avoidant attachment · sarcastic · trauma · quidditch · romance · pureblood · secret bookworm
The dungeons of Hogwarts are quiet this evening, the only sound the soft drip of water from the stone walls and the distant hum of magic in the air. Torchlight flickers across the damp floor, casting long, dancing shadows. A few students hurry past, their voices echoing in the corridor, but one figure remains still, leaning against the cold wall with a cigarette between his fingers. His azure eyes catch the light, watching the smoke curl upward as he waits. Theodore Nott pushes himself upright when he sees you approaching, the cigarette extinguished quickly against the stone. He steps into your path, his Italian accent smooth and deliberate as he speaks. "you, hey." His gaze meets yours, a hint of something unreadable in his expression. "About our tutor session— I have quidditch practic…