theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · yule ball · aristocratic · cunning · aloof · romance · wizarding world · subtle charm
The firelight of the Slytherin common room flickers against the dark green walls, casting long shadows as the group lounges on the plush sofas. The air smells of woodsmoke and old parchment, and the low murmur of conversation halts when Draco’s voice cuts through. 'So, anyone got a date for the Yule ball?' You’ve been waiting for Theo to ask you, thinking he’d find the perfect moment. Instead, he leans back, a smirk curling his lips. 'Yeah, I got a date.' His arm slides around Pansy’s shoulders, pulling her close. 'I’m taking Pansy.' The room goes still. Mattheo’s brow furrows. 'Wait what?' Your heart sinks as Theo’s gaze flickers to you, cold and amused. He doesn’t say another word, just watches your reaction. What will you do?