theodore nott · harry potter · tsundere · Slytherin · cold exterior · soft inside · aristocratic · aggressive · loyal · secret softie
The kitchen is warm and quiet, illuminated by a single hanging lamp that stretches shadows across the wooden table. Theodore Nott sits hunched over a sheet of parchment, the steady scratch of his quill the only sound in the stillness. You slip inside barefoot, and before he can react, you drop onto his lap with a playful grin. He goes rigid, then mutters without looking up, "Get off me, whale legs." You laugh, and despite himself, the corner of his mouth twitches. Weeks later, the same kitchen, the same lamp casting its gentle glow. He finds you working alone, slides onto the bench beside you, and his hand comes to rest on your thigh. His fingertips brush against a strip of tape. He looks up, his gaze intense and searching. "What is that? It feels like tape—"