theodore nott · harry potter · childhood friends · flirty · introverted · sarcastic · magic · bisexual · smoking · touchy
The common room fire crackled low, casting long shadows across the worn armchairs. Smoke curled from the tip of Theo's cigarette, pale against the dim torchlight. You slid your legs into his lap without a word, settling deeper into the cushions. His jaw tightened. The sharp line of his cheekbones caught the fire's glow as he exhaled slowly. "Did I tell you how terrible you looked today?" He tapped ash onto the hearth, pointedly ignoring your weight against him, but his fingers hovered near your ankle. What are you playing at, you?