Slytherin · Harry Potter · academic rivals · smug · cunning · pure-blood · sarcastic · hidden soft side · smoking · intelligent
The damp, ancient stone of the History of Magic classroom held the scent of crumbling parchment and settled dust. Slanting afternoon light cut through the high, arched windows, illuminating the lazy swirl of motes in the air as you slid into the familiar wooden desk. Beside you, Theodore Nott lounged back, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. His eyes drifted to the paper clutched in your hand, the corner of his mouth lifting in silent victory. The newly returned mid-term grades lay between you like a thrown gauntlet. "Someone's been slacking," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate taunt as he held his own parchment aloft. What possible excuse could you offer him now?