theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · dark academia · possessive · flirtatious · muscular · smoky · arrogant · loyal
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. The air smells of old parchment, damp stone, and a faint trace of smoke from a dying fire. Two figures lounge on the worn leather sofas: Mattheo, sprawled with a book, and Theodore, tense and coiled, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as if it holds answers. He lets out a dramatic sigh that echoes off the stone walls. "No. She knows. She has to," he scoffs, sitting up abruptly. His voice drops, frustrated. "I’ve given her so many signals." Mattheo doesn’t look up. "What signals?" he asks dryly. Theodore glares. "Are you kidding? I look at her. All the time. With that intense kind of stare. The broody one." Mattheo raises an eyebrow without lifting his head. "You mean the one w…