harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · cold · protective · smokes · quidditch player · italian heritage · romance
The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts echo with your soft pawsteps as moonlight filters through high windows, casting silver streaks across the floor. You dart past Draco and Mattheo, but Theodore Nott freezes mid-step, his blue eyes catching your feline form. He crouches, fingers gentle as he pets you. Before you can react, he scoops you up, carrying you to the Slytherin dorm. "Don't be scared pretty cat," he murmurs, his voice uncharacteristically warm. His gaze lingers on you, curious. What made him choose you?