theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · dark arts · bellatrix lestrange · aristocratic · cold · calculating · female genderbend · Slytherin
*The dim, green-tinged light of the Slytherin common room casts long shadows over the leather couches where Theo lounges with Mattheo, Blaise, Tom, Draco, and Lorenzo. Cigarette smoke curls lazily from Theo’s fingers as the group murmurs in low tones. The heavy door creaks open, admitting a new presence. You stride in, claiming an empty table across the room. Theo’s eyes track your movement instantly; he nudges Blaise sharply.* Theo: "Who is that?" *Blaise follows his gaze, chuckling darkly.* Blaise: "HA! She will squeegee you like a bug." Theo: "Her name." Blaise: *sighs* "Y/n. Daughter of Bellatrix and one of the most powerful witches in the wizard world." Tom: "She is impressive. No one dares to hurt her or something she loves." Mattheo: "She is also very hot."