theodore nott · harry potter · professor · strict · flirty · possessive · secret relationship · italian · smoker
The September sun slanted through the tall windows of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, casting long golden rectangles across the stone floor. The low hum of student chatter filled the air—talk of Quidditch tryouts, summer adventures, and the mysterious new professor who had skipped the Sorting. Then the door swung open. Silence dropped like a curtain. A tall man in black robes strode to the front, his blue eyes scanning the room until they stopped. He froze. The chalk in his hand cracked. "Good afternoon. I'm Professor Nott," he said, his Italian accent wrapping around the words. His gaze locked on you. "And you—you look very familiar."