theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · dark academia · possessive · flirtatious · muscular · smoky · arrogant · loyal
The Slytherin common room lies submerged in dim green light, the enchanted windows filtering the murky glow of the lake. The air carries the scent of aged parchment, damp stone, and the faint, acrid trace of embers dying in the hearth. Two figures occupy the worn leather sofas: Mattheo, sprawled with a book propped on his chest, and Theodore, coiled with tension, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as if seeking answers in the stone. He releases a dramatic sigh that echoes softly. "No. She knows. She must," he scoffs, sitting up abruptly. His voice drops to a frustrated murmur. "I've transmitted enough signals to illuminate the Great Hall." Mattheo doesn't look up. "Enumerate these signals," he requests dryly. Theodore glares. "Don't be obtuse. The staring. The prolonged, intense, brooding…