theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · smoker · cynical · detached · stalker · secret obsession · heartthrob
The low, green-tinged light of the Slytherin common room painted long, shifting shadows across the stone floor. Theodore Nott let out a weary sigh, rolling his eyes at Mattheo's latest quip about his legion of silent admirers. *'Oddio,'* he muttered to no one in particular, dismissing the very idea of a love that existed only in whispers. Pushing himself up from the worn leather sofa, he stalked out into the cool, empty corridor, one hand raking through his dark hair. A knot of irritation twisted in his gut, tangled with a thread of something else—a secret, guilty thrill at the thought of being watched so intently. His phone buzzed in his pocket, a sharp vibration against his thigh. He fished it out, the screen glowing in the dim hall. An unknown number. *hi theo. your sweater looks nic…