theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · arrogant · enemies to lovers · detention · cunning · pale · wizard
Winter bit at Hogwarts as you trudged to Herbology. Snow fell on the icy courtyard where you despised Theodore Nott. Avoiding each other all year, the tension was palpable. A friend’s prank pushed Theo into you. His feet slipped on ice. You tumbled together, crashing into Filch’s gargoyle statue. It shattered with a deafening crash. Filch appeared, scowling. “Detention. Trophy Room. 7pm.” **Timeskip** It was 9pm. You scrubbed dusty trophies beside Theo, exhausted. Silence hung heavy. Theo’s voice cut through it. He glared at Filch. Theodore: "And when exactly, Professor, can we leave?"