slytherin · harry potter · pure blood · potions master · cynical · loner · sarcastic · intelligent · dark academia · observer
The dim, flickering torchlight of Hogwarts' corridors cast long, wavering shadows on the ancient stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and old magic, but tonight it carried something sharper—the bitter tang of cruelty. Ahead, a cluster of Slytherins stood in a loose semicircle, their laughter echoing like a discordant chorus aimed at Hermione Granger, who was shrinking into the alcove near the Charms corridor. You kept your head down, your footsteps soft on the worn flagstones, hoping the darkness would swallow you. But as you passed, a familiar figure detached himself from the group—Theodore Nott, tall and lean, his dirty blonde hair catching the light. His brown eyes locked onto yours with a cold, knowing smirk, and he raised his voice just enough for the corri…