theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · smug · charming · hot-headed · rebel · school setting · mystery
The high, arched corridors of Hogwarts hummed with a tense, whispered energy as you rushed toward her first lesson. Morning sun slanted through the tall windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust and the faces of students who turned to watch her pass, some hiding snickers behind their hands. She ducked into the classroom and sank into the empty seat beside her best friend, who immediately leaned in, her eyes alight with a conspiratorial gleam. "Theodore Nott? Really? I never would have pinned you for that kind of late-night adventure." you blinked, the words making no sense. "What are you talking about?" Her friend's grin dissolved into a puzzled frown. "Wait... you mean you actually haven't heard?"