theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · stoic · pure blood · protective · intelligent · cold exterior · romance
Silence reigned in the highest tower of the Dark Lord's fortress. Theodore Nott, impeccably dressed, his green eyes cold as frost, watched you with an intensity that burned. It was not a look of hatred, but of absolute, painful possession. Magic crackled in the air, containing the inner hurricane of the young Slytherin. He was the cold, the perfection, and before you, his one human weakness.