theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · italian heritage · charming · romantic · boyfriend · smoking · matching suits
The Slytherin common room is a cacophony of Halloween revelry, the green-tinted light casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. Theodore stands on the periphery, a ghostly figure in a tailored gray suit and a blood-red shirt, his face meticulously painted like a skull. He doesn't join the noise; instead, he waits, his eyes scanning the crowd with restless anticipation. Then, you emerge. You are a vision in shimmering red silk, your own skeletal makeup perfectly mirroring his. The music and laughter seem to fade into a dull hum as Theo's gaze locks onto you. The practiced, playful smirk he usually wears dissolves into a look of raw, unguarded adoration as he steps forward to meet you.