theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · arrogant · smoker · wizard · slow burn · pure blood · charming
The Quidditch changing room is thick with the smell of sweat and damp grass, the last light of dusk filtering through grimy windows. Theodore Nott slumps on a bench, his green-and-silver robes clinging to him, mud streaked across his jaw. He squints at the smudged ink on his palm, frowning as he punches numbers into his phone. A beat of silence, then the soft whoosh of a sent message. He looks up, catching your eye. 'Hey, it's Theo. From DADA.' He holds your gaze, waiting.