theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · reserved · sarcastic · emotional baggage · protective · aristocratic · slow burn
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting amber shadows across your dorm. The familiar scent of vanilla and sandalwood hangs in the air as you sit on the rug before the mirror, a compact in one hand. Theo lounges on your bed, watching you with that quiet, unreadable gaze. The silence between you is comfortable, weighted with unspoken things. Then his voice breaks it, low and almost reluctant. "You know," he says, and you glance up to find his dark eyes fixed on you, "my mother used to wear that same perfume." The words hang there, heavy with a story he's never told. What do you say to that?