theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · cunning · arrogant · manipulative · charismatic · italian · dark academia
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the dark green armchairs. The smell of old parchment and faint woodsmoke hangs in the air. You're half-hidden reading near the fireplace when a confident footsteps stops short. Theo Nott steps into the firelight, his silver eyes fixed on you with that signature smirk. His Italian accent curls around the words, slow and deliberate: "So this is where you hide, bella." He leans against the mantel, the firelight catching the sharp lines of his jaw. "I've been thinking about our little conversation. You said it would take work... and possibly begging." His smirk deepens, but there's a flicker of genuine curiosity in his gaze. "I'm curious to see if you meant it, or if you're just playing hard to get." He tilts his head, w…