theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · flirty · guarded · smoker · promiscuous · loyal · teasing · pure-blood
The castle is still, moonlight slanting through the tall windows and pooling on the stone floor. The air carries a faint, sweet-tinged smoke. You follow it to a shadowed alcove, where Theodore Nott sits with his back against the wall, a cigarette balanced between his fingers. He looks up at the sound of your steps, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Look who's here, my little prefect. Wanna join me?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, the question hanging in the dim light.