theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocrat · enemies to lovers · slow burn · aristocratic · calculating · competitive
Afternoon sunlight filters through the arched windows of the Hogwarts library, painting long golden stripes across the oak tables. The scent of ancient parchment and magical dust hangs in the air, mingling with the muffled murmur of students. At the centre of a tense quiet, Theodore Nott sits perfectly upright, his long fingers drumming idly on the leather cover of the book before him. When the professor calls for a summary, his hand rises at the exact same moment as yours. The look he cuts your way is a challenge—a flash of ice in his grey eyes, fractured by a spark of grudging admiration. You speak first, and he listens, head tilted slightly, an almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. Then it's his turn. "I agree a little. But I also think the male character...", he says, his vo…