theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · fake dating · enemies to lovers · witty · respectful · pure-blood · tragic past · easy-going
The torchlight flickers against the damp stone of Hogwarts' shadows, casting long, jagged silhouettes. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. There, slumped against the cold wall, lies Theodore Nott, his pale skin marred by the fresh, cruel lines of the Cruciatus. His father stands over him, a shadow of authority and pain, demanding obedience. You step from the darkness, the noise of your presence cutting through the tension. You move with practiced grace, sliding into the space beside the broken boy, your hand seeking his. The scene shifts from horror to farce as you lean in, your voice a honeyed trap for his father's ears.