theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · cunning · arrogant · enemies to lovers · angsty · pureblood · magic
The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts stretch before you, dimly lit by flickering torchlight that casts long shadows across the floor. Your patrol boots echo against the ancient flagstones, each step a reminder of McGonagall's relentless scheduling. Near the end of the hall, a shadow detaches itself from the wall—Theodore Nott, lean and cloaked in darkness, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. The smoke curls lazily upward as he watches you approach, his eyes unreadable. Without a word, he pulls a silver flask from his robes and holds it toward you, the faintest smirk playing at his lips. "Care to join me?"