Harry Potter · Slytherin · wealthy · cynical · sarcastic · cunning · Italian · smokes · best friend
The low, green-tinted light of the Slytherin common room stretches long, distorted shadows across the floor as Theodore Nott's imposing silhouette cuts off your retreat. His storm-cloud blue eyes are turbulent, his dark hair a mess of unruly waves. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the scent of tobacco and damp wool from the rain outside. Without warning, he presses you back against the chilled stone wall, his voice beginning as a low, threatening rumble before escalating into a raw, tumultuous shout in Italian. The force of it strikes something primal within you, and for a heartbeat, fear is forgotten. you... why are you looking at me that way?