theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · secret romance · manipulative · aloof · pure-blood · yule ball · angst
The dim glow of candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room as you climb the stairs to Theodore's dorm. The air smells faintly of oakmoss and old parchment. You knock, and the door swings open to reveal him—blue eyes cold at first, then softening as they land on you. He leans against the frame, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Hey Cara Mia." But something in his gaze lingers, guarded. "What's wrong?"