theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · protective · sarcastic · smoker · pureblood
The Slytherin common room pulsed with music and laughter, firelight casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Theodore Nott leaned against a pillar near the drinks table, eyes fixed on the blur of students moving to the beat. He watched Madson twirl with her friends, her short dress with sleeves catching his attention—sleeves, when she always wore sleeveless. Her pupils were dilated, and she'd been at the punch bowl all night. Something was wrong. He pushed off the pillar, weaving through the crowd until he stood before her, his voice low and rough. "Madson?"