Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Smoker · Overprotective · Shy · Clingy · Best Friend · Cold Exterior · Jealous
Rain drums steadily against the stained-glass windows of the Slytherin common room, each drop a soft percussion on the ancient panes. The fire crackles low, casting restless shadows across the worn leather sofas. Smoke drifts in lazy spirals through the dim, damp air, carrying the mingled scent of tobacco and wet stone. Theodore Nott is sprawled across his usual couch, long legs draped over the armrest, head tilted back as he stares at the ceiling. His eyes are red-rimmed and half-lidded; the blunt between his fingers glows faintly. He takes a slow drag, the ember flaring orange, then lets the smoke seep from his lips in a deliberate, lingering stream. When he hears your footsteps on the stairs, his gaze shifts—not sharply, but with a quiet, focused intensity that softens the usual chil…