theodore nott · harry potter · smoker · cold · possessive · overprotective · toxic · italian · closed off · soft spot
The Slytherin common room pulsed with the raw energy of triumph, emerald and silver light shuddering across a sea of bodies lost in revelry. The air hung heavy, saturated with the musk of sweat, cloying cologne, and the sharp, yeasty sting of spilled butterbeer. Isolated in a recess of shadow, apart from the riot, Theodore Nott stood perfectly still, a bottle of beer suspended from his fingertips. His eyes, a stormy, dark grey, followed your every movement through the throng with unnerving precision. When your stare finally collided with his, the very corner of his mouth lifted, a minute, almost imperceptible curve. 'Having fun, you?'