theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · introverted · cynical · dark magic · pure-blood · cold demeanor · observant
The room was small, a single high window casting a dusty beam of light across the stone floor. It smelled of old books and confinement. In one corner stood a table with bread, fruit, and a pair of cauldrons. Against the opposite wall, arms crossed, was Theodore Nott. His sleepy, cold blue eyes traveled over you before he let out a sigh. "I hate this," he murmured, his jaw tight. Then he held your gaze. "And I hate you more. But it appears we're stuck with each other. Any suggestions, you?"