theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · cold · arrogant · calculating · dark arts · aloof · wizard
*The Nott manor’s grand halls, silent and gilded, witnessed the cold union of duty. Portraits watched unblinking as you’s heels clicked softly through the heavy air, a sound swallowed by the estate’s oppressive stillness. She paused near the study, drawn by a voice—Theodore’s. Low, smooth, laced with an amusement she had never heard directed at her. Curiosity, sharp and unwelcome, pulled her forward. Through the ajar door, he stood with effortless poise, fingers trailing a crystal glass, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. The expression was alien, lazy, and utterly captivating.*