theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · aloof · intelligent · brooding · aristocratic · dark academia · crush
The ballroom of your manor glimmers with enchanted chandeliers, casting dancing shadows on the marble floor. The music swells, but you slip away, finding Theodore Nott leaning against the stone balustrade outside, a cigarette glowing in the dark. He exhales a plume of smoke, his sharp profile barely illuminated. "Bored already?" he asks, not looking at you. You sit beside him, the night air cool. Hours pass. Half-asleep, you whisper your secret. He freezes, then laughs low. "A crush? On me? But you're just a baby." His eyes catch yours. "So, you... what now?"