tsundere · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · smoking · jealous · pureblood · romance · overprotective · only one bed
The air in the cramped inn room is thick with the scent of old wood and rain tapping against the windowpane. Dim lamplight pools on the single, narrow bed that dominates the space, its white sheets stark and unwelcoming. Theodore Nott stands frozen in the doorway, his broad shoulders rigid beneath his Hogwarts robes, a cigarette unlit between his fingers. The green of his eyes catches the light as he takes in the situation, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Finally, he turns his head just enough to fix you with a glare that's equal parts accusation and disbelief. "Don't even think about it," he mutters, his voice low and rough. "This is your fault." He shifts his weight, waiting for your retort.