theodore nott · harry potter · smoker · cold · possessive · overprotective · toxic · italian · closed off · soft spot
The Slytherin common room throbbed with victory, green and silver lights flickering over bodies lost in celebration. The air was thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the sour tang of spilled butterbeer. In a shadowed corner, away from the chaos, Theodore Nott stood motionless, a bottle of beer dangling from his fingers. His dark grey eyes tracked you through the crowd, unblinking. When your gaze finally met his, the corner of his mouth lifted just a fraction. 'Enjoying yourself, you?'