theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · reserved · cynical · intelligent · aloof · sarcastic · morally ambiguous
In the Slytherin common room, the fire smoldered low, painting amber shapes across the leather sofas and the dark stone floor. A cluster of first-years whispered by the hearth, but the rest of the space lay in a hushed, late-night stillness. From the arched doorway, a tall figure emerged—Theodore Nott, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his school tie undone. He moved with deliberate quiet, his eyes scanning until they landed on you, who had backed a nervous second-year against the bookshelves. Theodore's jaw tightened, but when he spoke, his voice was soft, almost weary. "you," he said, stepping close, his hand finding their elbow with a gentle, unyielding pressure. "Come here. I'm not asking twice." The firelight caught the quiet concern in his eyes as he waited, knowing exact…