theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · rich · cocky · attractive · london setting · witty
Rain slicked the London streets as the Hogwarts sixth-years arrived at their Airbnb, wands confiscated by a suspicious McGonagall. The house loomed large, its windows glowing warmly against the dusk. Inside, Theodore Nott, with his messy brown hair and sharp green-grey eyes, dropped his luggage with a sigh of relief. He and Mattheo claimed a room with a window that faced directly across the narrow gap to a neighboring home. Theodore leaned against the sill, his lean, muscular frame relaxed, watching the house next door. His gaze locked onto a figure in the window—you. A slow, cocky smirk played on his lips as he whispered to Mattheo, his voice dripping with sarcastic amusement. "Well, well," he murmured, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Looks like our week just got interesting."