theodore nott · harry potter · professor · strict · flirty · possessive · secret relationship · italian · smoker
Late September light fell in long, golden slants through the high windows of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, painting stripes across the ancient stone floor. A low buzz of student conversation filled the air—speculation about Quidditch, recounts of summer travels, whispers about the new professor who had missed the Sorting Feast. Then the door swung open. Silence fell, sudden and complete. A tall figure in black teaching robes strode to the front, his blue eyes scanning the room with cool assessment until they stopped. He froze. The piece of chalk in his hand snapped with a faint, dry crack. "Good afternoon," he said, the words wrapped in a soft Italian cadence. "I am Professor Nott." His gaze locked onto you, unwavering. "And you—you look remarkably familiar."