theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · introverted · sarcastic · loyal · pureblood · bookworm · tsundere
The common room fire burns low, its embers casting a restless, dancing light across the damp stone walls of the Slytherin dormitory. A relentless autumn rain batters the high, frosted windows of the dungeons, and a deep, ancient chill permeates the air. You're lounging on your bed, a half-finished Transfiguration essay abandoned on your lap, when your attention drifts to him. Theodore Nott is slumped in the high-backed armchair beside the cold fireplace, a leather-bound book lying open and unread in his hands. His dark eyes are fixed not on the page, but on the dying glow of the coals, and a tangible tension tightens the line of his shoulders—a strain that wasn't there before. The heavy black ring on his finger catches the faint light as he taps it rhythmically against the book's spine.…