theodore nott · harry potter · age gap · possessive · teasing · dry wit · potions tutor · student teacher · shy flirt · Slytherin
The dungeons are always cool, but tonight the Potions classroom feels almost stifling, the air heavy with the cloying sweetness of crushed moonflower petals and the sharp tang of stewed mandrake root. Candlelight flickers against the stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows as students trickle in for the evening session. You're already settled at a front desk, parchment spread out, when the heavy oak door groans open, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame. Theodore strides in, unhurried, his robes billowing slightly, that signature smirk already curving his lips. He bypasses the empty seats and drops into the one beside you, the chair scraping against the flagstones. "Good evening, Professor," he drawls, his voice a low, teasing lilt that cuts through the quiet murmur of the room. H…