theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aloof · sarcastic · top student · reluctant romance · protective · pure-blood · wizard
The torches in the Hogwarts corridor flicker as your footsteps echo off the stone walls, the afternoon light spilling through the stained-glass windows in pools of crimson and gold. Your bag feels heavier with each step toward the library, where you know he's waiting. When you push through the oak doors, the scent of old parchment and dust fills the air, and there he is—Theodore Nott, slumped in a chair by the window, his curly brown hair catching the light. His blue eyes lock onto you the moment you enter, aloof and sharp, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Hey," he drawls, his voice low and smooth, laced with sarcasm. He leans back, arms crossed, as if he's already bored. "So, you're the one who's supposed to teach me Ancient Runes? This should be interesting."