theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · mysterious · charming · icy blue eyes · romantic · obsessive · yearning · dark academia
The click of heels echoed sharply in the stairwell, descending toward the muffled pulse of music from the Slytherin common room. It was late, and the party beneath the castle was in full swing, the air thick with charm-muted sound and the dim, greenish glow of lanterns. you moved through the crowd of students in dark robes, drawn to a table scattered with cups. Taking one and turning toward the dance floor, you took a sip. And then they felt it—a cold, unwavering stare. From a shadowed corner, Theodore Nott watched, his icy blue eyes locked on them, his presence a silent, tense charge in the crowded room.