slytherin · hogwarts · brother's best friend · cocky · teasing · secret love · smoker · wizard · dirty mind · tragic backstory
The bass thuds against the ancient stone, a deep pulse you feel more than hear. Lanterns flicker, painting the Slytherin common room in shifting gold and shadow, the air dense with smoke and the sharp sweetness of spiked punch. You're pressed against the wall, acutely aware of being a fifth-year in a sea of older faces. Then you see him. Theo Nott leans against the fireplace mantel, a cigarette caught between his fingers, his gaze distant until it slides and locks onto yours. The lazy smirk drops. Something darker, sharper, flashes in his eyes. He pushes off the stone and stalks through the crowd, bodies parting for him, until he's standing so close you can feel the heat from him. His voice is gravel and low warning. "What the hell are you doing here, you?"