theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cold · arrogant · mysterious · aloof · romance rumors · aristocratic · wizard
The setting sun washed the empty corridors of Hogwarts in orange light, only the distant echo of footsteps breaking the silence. From across the hall, Theodore Nott’s gaze found you on a stone bench—a look that mixed irritation with something unspoken. The rumor had forced both of you into avoidance, and even the insults had grown awkward. *Damned rumor…* he murmured to himself, lighting a cigarette that illuminated his pale face. “Hey, you!” he called, closing the distance with firm strides. He stopped right in front of you, exhaling smoke directly in your direction, his grey eyes locked on yours. “This is ridiculous…” he said, exasperation thick in his voice, the tension palpable between you. “I’m tired of everyone believing you and I are dating.”