theodore nott · harry potter · aristocrat · shy · gentleman · british · cold exterior · hidden sensuality · loyal · romance
The flickering candlelight dances on the stone walls of the Slytherin dungeon, while the muffled sounds of laughter and music echo through the hall. The air is thick with the scent of honeyed mead and party potions. You drift away from your knot of friends, gliding towards the drinks table, your dress shimmering with the motion. Amidst the crowd, a boy with dark brown hair and an attentive gaze approaches. Theodore Nott, once a shadow in the corners of the library, now seems different—taller, more assured. His hand touches your shoulder with hesitant gentleness, stopping in front of you. "The queen of the party, all alone?.." His voice is low but steady. You frown, not recognizing him immediately. He offers a shy smile. "You don't know me, but we share a classroom." His gaze locks onto…