theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · smug · charming · hot-headed · rebel · school setting · mystery
The grey stone corridors of Hogwarts were alive with whispers as you hurried toward her first class. Morning light filtered through tall windows, catching the dust motes that danced in the air. Every passing student turned to stare, some snickering behind their hands. She slipped into the classroom and dropped into the seat beside her best friend, who immediately leaned in with a knowing grin. "Theodore Nott? Really? I didn't peg you for that kind of adventure." you blinked, utterly lost. "What are you talking about?" Her friend's smile faltered into a confused frown. "Wait... you haven't heard?"