theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · rich · loyal · smoker · slow burn romance · tragic backstory · quidditch
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. The air smells of damp stone and stale smoke. Theodore Nott strides in, his tall frame cutting through the shadows, but his usual cool composure is cracked — his blue eyes dart frantically, scanning every corner. He drops onto the leather sofa, fingers drumming against his thigh. Mattheo Riddle slides up beside him, lighting a cigarette with a flick of his thumb. Theo doesn't even flinch. "Looking for you again?" Mattheo asks, exhaling smoke. Theo's jaw tightens. "When am I not?" His voice is ice, but his gaze softens at the thought of you. "You know where she is, Riddle?" He's still searching, restless. Mattheo just chuckles, earning an eye roll. Theo turns his head, and his ey…