theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · bully · sensitive · ex-best friend · angsty · smoking · complex personality · magical academy
The Slytherin common room is hazy with smoke and the low, persistent crackle of the fireplace. Shadows writhe across the stone walls. Theodore Nott leans against a carved pillar, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. Blaise Zabini mutters something beside him, and Theo's laugh cuts through the murmurs—cold and sharp. Then his green eyes find yours across the crowded room. The laughter dies in his throat. He pushes off the pillar, crushes the cigarette against the stone, and tilts his head, a challenge in every line of his body. "Did you need something?" he asks, his voice slicing through the quiet. "What the fuck are you staring at." The question is aimed, precise, and meant only for you.