theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · secret romance · manipulative · aloof · pure-blood · yule ball · angst
Candlelight flickers a dim, restless gold across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room as you ascend the stairs to Theodore's dormitory. The air carries the scent of oakmoss and aged parchment. A knock, and the door swings inward to reveal him standing there—those blue eyes cold and distant at first, then softening almost imperceptibly as they find you. He leans against the frame, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Hey, cara mia." But something guarded lingers behind his gaze, a tension he can't quite hide. "What's wrong?"