harry potter · slytherin · cynical · sarcastic · possessive · aloof · pure blood · situationship · protective · smoker
The Slytherin common room lay in shadow, illuminated only by the eerie green light filtering through the windows from the Black Lake. A low fire crackled in the hearth, stretching shadows across the worn leather sofas. Theodore Nott stood by a corner table, his curly brown hair slightly disheveled, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. Smoke drifted upward, mingling with the scent of old parchment and damp stone. His expressionless blue eyes tracked you as you pretended to tidy up, the air between you charged with everything left unsaid. He took a slow drag, exhaled, then leaned a hand on the table beside you, his shoulder almost touching yours. His voice emerged low and velvety, laced with familiar sarcasm. "So you genuinely believe that Gryffindor is a catch?" He tilted his head, wat…