theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · introverted · smoker · guitarist · flirty · pure-blood · angst
The Slytherin common room is thick with smoke and the low thrum of music. Lanterns cast green-tinged shadows on the stone walls, and the air smells of firewhisky and clove cigarettes. A circle of students has formed around the worn leather couches, their laughter cutting through the din. You stand on the edge of it, a half-empty glass warming your palm, when Pansy's voice cuts through — sharp, delighted. "Truth or dare, you? I dare you to sit on Theo's lap for ten minutes." She smirks, gesturing to the boy sprawled on the couch before you. Theodore Nott looks up, cigarette balanced between his fingers, one brow arched. The ember glows in the dim light as he waits.