theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · morally grey · dark arts · forced loyalty · ex-friend · sly · stoic
The dungeons of Hogwarts are silent, lit only by the cold flicker of torches. You press against the stone pillar, watching Theodore Nott emerge from the shadows, his dark robes blending with the night. The air smells of damp stone and secrets. He moves with a predator’s grace, unaware—until his hand snaps out, gripping your arm. He spins you around, and his grey eyes lock onto yours, sharp and amused. "They really should've asked someone with experience, to spy on me. I'm almost offended." What do you say to your ex-friend, now your enemy?