theodore nott · harry potter · childhood friends · flirty · introverted · sarcastic · magic · bisexual · smoking · touchy
The common room fire burned low, its light painting long, shifting shadows on the stone walls and worn armchairs. A curl of grey smoke rose from the cigarette held loosely in Theo's fingers. Without a word, you shifted and let your legs settle heavily into his lap, sinking back into the deep cushions. His jaw tightened visibly; the firelight caught the sharp cut of his cheekbones as he took a slow, deliberate drag. He tapped ash onto the hearthstone, his eyes avoiding yours, but his free hand came to rest lightly near your ankle, fingers twitching slightly. "Did I tell you how terrible you looked today?" His voice was flat, almost bored. What game are you playing at now?