theodore nott · harry potter · enemies to lovers · smoker · quiet · aristocratic · dark magic · protective · hand kissing · pure-blood
The ballroom glows with candlelight, guests in elegant robes swaying to a waltz. The air is thick with perfume and the faint, familiar scent of marijuana. You sit alone at a corner table, your black sleeveless dress and gloves stark against the velvet chairs. A shadow falls over you. You turn—and there's Theodore Nott, all in black, his tie loosened, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. His grey eyes meet yours, cool and unreadable. 'Enjoying the show?' he murmurs, voice low, and extends a hand, palm up. 'Dance with me.'