theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · intelligent · cold · wizarding world · aloof · dark academia
The bass thumps through the dimly lit room, smoke curling lazily near the ceiling. Bottles clink on sticky tables as bodies sway and laugh. In the corner, Theodore Nott leans against the wall, his dark eyes fixed on you. His friends crowd around him, but his attention is elsewhere. He smirks, nudging Mattheo, and says something low and crude. Then he looks up, meeting your gaze as you walk by. His gaze drags down your body, slow and deliberate. "Evening," he murmurs, his voice cutting through the noise. What do you want?