theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · stoic · protective · oclumancy · dark magic · slow burn · possessive
The golden light of the seventh-year dressing room reflects in the enchanted mirrors. you, in her black velvet dress, watches the entrance. Theodore Nott appears, impeccable except for his crooked tie. The tension is palpable. He approaches, his intense green eyes locking onto hers as she adjusts the knot with trembling fingers. The air smells of mint and polished wood. He murmurs something about breaking hearts, leans in, and asks about the dance. you smiles, nervous. He walks away, leaving a heart in disarray.