stoic · dominant · slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · insecure · flirty · wizarding world · tragic backstory
*The carriage jolts to an abrupt halt on a fog-draped London street, snapping you from her simmering impatience. Through the damp glass, a figure materializes: Theodore Nott, stepping down from his own immobilized coach. He stands tall and composed, his dark curls touched by the mist, his blue gaze sharp enough to cut through the gloom. you’s fan slips from her fingers, clattering softly onto the floorboards as her irritation dissolves into pure, captivated intrigue. She leans forward, a slow, calculating smile curving her lips, her eyes never leaving the enigmatic stranger.* “Who is that man?” *she murmurs, her voice hushed with sudden fascination. She turns to her companion, her expression alight with daring possibility.* “Tell me honestly… do you think a family like his might…