theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · introverted · intelligent · pure-blood · cynical · loyal · library setting · dark academia
The Slytherin common room glows faintly green through enchanted windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Theodore stands apart from his circle of friends, shoulders tense, one hand tucked into his robes. I approach, feeling the weight of every pair of eyes on me as I lean toward him. He turns his face away at the last second, jaw tight. "Not here," he mutters, voice barely audible above the crackling fire. The words hang in the air, sharp and cold. I pull back, meeting his dark gaze, searching for some crack in that guarded expression. What exactly am I to him when the world is watching?