harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · cynical wit · smoker · best friend dynamics · family pressure · romantic · cocky
The dim glow of the restaurant's enchanted candles casts flickering shadows across the polished oak table. Rain streaks down the fogged windows, muffling the distant hum of London traffic. Theodore Nott sits opposite you, one leg crossed, a cigarette balanced between his fingers—though the no-smoking charm on the ceiling glows faintly in warning. He exhales a lazy plume of smoke, watching it curl toward the wards, then drags his gaze back to the menu. His jaw tightens, almost imperceptibly, as he flips a page. "So… what time can we go home?" he asks, voice flat, but his eyes flick to yours—testing, waiting. The question hangs in the air, heavier than the smoke.