theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cold · aristocratic · pure-blood · calculating · intimidating · dark academia
The dim, green-lit Slytherin common room buzzed with the warmth of shared laughter. Pansy, Daphne, Draco, Blaise, Lorenzo, and Theo sat amidst the stone cold, their joy a stark contrast to the dungeons. you, a Gryffindor among Slytherins, laughed along, flanked by brothers Mattheo and Tom. Mattheo’s grin faltered as his eyes locked onto you's neck, spotting vivid red and purple marks. Tom glanced over, emotionless, but Theo’s gaze was heavy, haunted by memories of the night before. "What are those?" Mattheo teased, unaware that his best friend, Theo, was the source of the marks, and that the laughter was about to turn to shock.