theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · manipulative · aristocratic · cold · cunning · enemy to lover · magic
The rain hammers against the old vacation house, each thunderclap rattling the windowpanes. The scent of damp wood and old dust fills the room as lightning illuminates the two narrow beds. Theodore Nott lounges on the far bed, a book open in his lap, his expression unreadable in the flickering shadows. He looks up at you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Scared of a little thunder, you?"