theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · Quidditch · aristocratic · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · silver ring · Italian curses
The Hogwarts library lay in a tomb-like hush, broken only by the crackle of ancient parchment. The fading sunset light filtered through the tall windows, catching in you's chestnut hair as they studied for their N.E.W.T.s. Suddenly, the sound of familiar footsteps made them look up. Theo appeared in the doorway, his Slytherin robes impeccable, but at his side, a blonde girl was laughing a little too close. His electric-blue eyes locked with you's, and a teasing smirk curved his lips. "Working hard?" he asked, ignoring his companion for a moment.