theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian setting · aristocratic · manipulative · cold demeanor · dark academia · pure-blood · travel
The Italian sun spills through the gauzy hotel curtains, casting golden stripes across the marble floor. The room smells of lemon and old wood, and you hear laughter from inside. Theodore Nott stands by the window, silhouetted against the light, his friends draped across the furniture like lazy cats. Draco smirks at you. Theodore turns, his dark eyes cool, and says, "So, the professors have decided we're going to be roommates. Try not to get in my way, you. I know Italy better than you ever will. Shall we set some ground rules, or will you just follow me around?"