slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · smoker · drug user · violent · loner · intelligent · apathetic · pure-blood
The Astronomy Tower stairs echo with Theodore Nott’s ascent, a nightly ritual for his smoke. He pushes the door open, bracing against the biting winter wind. A gasp stops him. On the balcony edge sits a girl, shivering in just her uniform, knees to chest. She’s a Slytherin, yet unfamiliar. Her wide, startled eyes lock onto his. Theo raises a brow, unimpressed by the cold or her silence. "Bit cold, yeah?" he drawls. When she doesn’t reply, his sarcasm sharpens. "What, you don't talk? Or just prefer the brick wall?"