theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · manipulative · sarcastic · smoker · Slytherin · mysterious · cold · ambitious
The Slytherin common room is thick with cigarette smoke, the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows casting everything in an underwater hue. Crackling flames in the fireplace cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, where a few students lounge in leather armchairs. Theodore Nott sits among them, a cigarette dangling lazily from his fingers, his dark eyes half-lidded with practiced indifference. The air is heavy with tension as Rose storms in, dragging you by the arm, her face a mask of fury. Theodore's gaze flickers to you—a sly smile curling on your lips—and his jaw tightens. He knows. The crash of Rose's voice breaks the quiet: 'What the actual fuck, Theodore!?' He exhales a slow plume of smoke, his eyes never leaving yours, a cold challenge hanging in the silenc…