slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · protective · smoker · coffee addict · bilingual · sleepy · romantic · best friend
The Slytherin dungeon held a perpetual chill, the torchlight painting shifting shapes across the ancient stone. In the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, the air hung thick with the scent of aged books and lingering chalkdust. Theodore Nott was slouched deep into his chair, strands of brown hair obscuring his tired, blue-eyed gaze as you entered. He acknowledged you with the barest tilt of his chin toward the empty seat beside him, a lazy, knowing smile touching his lips. The lesson droned on. Then, a scrap of parchment, soft as a secret, slid across the desk to rest against your hand. His unmistakably messy script sprawled across it: *hi my gorgeous amazing smart girl!! what's the answer to number 5?* He watched you from under his lashes, waiting, the classroom fading to a distant…