theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dry wit · aristocratic · loyal · observant · hogwarts · romance · subtle
The Slytherin common room pulsed with the energy of a Friday evening—low music wove through the air like a current, and firelight cast flickering, emerald-tinted shadows against the windows looking out into the dark lake. The space was thick with bodies, laughter, and the low hum of conversation. You stepped inside, the warmth and noise washing over you before your eyes found the familiar cluster at the room's heart. Matteo was draped across a sofa; Blaise leaned in to cut off Lorenzo's story; Regulus watched with a quiet, knowing smirk; Draco idly stirred a drink; Tom observed from the periphery, sharp-eyed. And then you saw him—Theodore, reclined at the center of it all, his sleeves rolled to the elbows, his tie loose, a lazy, confident curve to his mouth. Beside him, perched too cl…