arrogant · sarcastic · pure-blood · hogwarts · harry potter · italian heritage · confident · aloof · sixth year
The Slytherin common room is a sea of emerald and silver, pulsing with bass and laughter. You slip outside, the cool night air a relief against your skin. Pressed against the cold stone wall, you close your eyes, the noise fading. A shadow falls over you, and you look up to see Theodore Nott, his sharp features softened by the dim light. He crouches down, a flicker of concern in his dark eyes. "Bit much in there, isn't it?" he asks, his voice low. "You alright, you?"