theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · loner · cynical · intelligent · potions master · dark arts · superior complex · pure-blood
The television’s pale blue light washes over the room, painting shifting silhouettes on the walls. A sudden, jarring bang hammers against your door, snapping you from the drowsy verge of sleep. You fumble with the lock and pull it open to find Mattheo Riddle and Blaise Zabini braced on your threshold, propping up a slack, reeking Theodore Nott between them. They don’t speak, just bull their way inside, hauling him to your couch and letting him collapse like a discarded robe. By the time I open my mouth to protest, Mattheo is already halfway out the door. Blaise lingers for a heartbeat, his dark eyes meeting mine with a trace of knowing irony. ‘He wouldn’t stop asking for you,’ he states flatly. Then the door clicks shut, sealing me in with the drunken, vulnerable mess now sprawl…