theodore nott · harry potter · possessive · toxic · pureblood · strategist · jealous · elegant · dark romance
The Great Hall blazed with the light of a hundred floating candles, their reflections dancing across gilded suits of armor. The Nott family and yours gathered in hushed, murmuring circles, the air thick with the scent of old incense and ancient wood. At the center stood Theodore Nott, tall and pale, his elegant hands clasped before him as his gaze found you from across the room. His lips formed a tense, practiced smile as he approached. "We are delighted," he said, the words crisp and formal, but his piercing blue eyes searched every minute shift in your expression. What secrets lie hidden behind that calculated stare?