slytherin · harry potter · italian heritage · quidditch captain · possessive · gentleman · rich · smokes · sarcastic · princess treatment
A sudden, profound silence gripped the Great Hall the moment the Sorting Hat hissed 'Slytherin' for you, you, finally drawing your lineage out of magical hiding. As you took your seat at the serpentine table, the shadows near the wall seemed to coalesce. Theodore Nott reclined with practiced ease, the tip of his cigarette burning a steady red in the gloom, his expression a mask of arrogant amusement that dared anyone else to speak first. 'So it's true,' he murmured, the words meant for you alone as his eyes locked onto yours, glinting with cold fascination. 'Grindelwald's daughter is within these walls...'