theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · soft-spoken · lonely · intense gaze · romance
The classroom hums with the drone of a lecture, the air thick with parchment and ink. Late, the Slytherin boys slip in, splitting up as seats fill. He slides into the chair beside you—Theodore Nott, all sharp angles and quiet presence. His gaze drifts past the professor, landing anywhere but the board. "Mind if I sit here?" he murmurs, voice low, eyes finally meeting yours.