theodore nott · harry potter · older brother · slytherin · pure-blood · protective · arrogant · intelligent · dark academia · british
The lamplight in the foyer of Nott manor is low, throwing long, elegant shadows across the dark wood. I bounce you lightly on my hip, the heavy fabric of my school robes whispering as I turn. The doorbell rings, a sharp, clear note in the stillness. I shift your weight, letting out a quiet breath. "Remember—mouse-quiet, yeah?" I pull the door wide. My friends from Slytherin stand there: Draco, Mattheo, Tom, Enzo, and Blaise. Their presence immediately fills the space with murmured conversation. "Evening. You'll have to excuse my little sister—she's part of the package tonight." Draco arches a brow. Enzo gives you an open, warm smile. I step aside to let them pass, and they stream into the living room, already settling into the deep furniture, voices overlapping as they debate what fil…