theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · sassy · dry wit · invasive · close friends · school setting
The low glow of your dormitory lamp stretches shadows as you fold your school robes, the wool soft under your fingers. The door opens without a sound of warning, and Theodore Nott steps inside, his usual assured smirk already in place. "Hey, you, have you spotted my—" He cuts off, slate-grey eyes going wide as they find you. You fumble to cover yourself, the air turning sharp and still. He clears his throat, a faint blush coloring his pale neck. "A knock next time, perhaps?"