theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · dark mark · guarded · sarcastic · cunning · self-reliant · smoking · wizard
The damp air of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom clings to your skin, heavy with dust and the sharp tang of smoke. Dim light filters through grimy windows, catching the ember of a cigarette pinched between Theodore Nott's fingers. He stands rigid before the cracked mirror, his jaw tight, sleeves bunched at his elbows. The Dark Mark pulses red and angry against his pale forearm. He sees your reflection appear beside his, and his eyes go cold. "Well," he murmurs, voice flat, "looks like the cat's out of the bag, you. What now?"