theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · stalker · mysterious · charming · icy blue eyes · romantic · obsessive · yearning
The stone stairs echoed with the sharp click of heels descending toward the Slytherin common room, where a party pulsed beneath the floorboards. Near ten o’clock, music vibrated through the air, amplified by muffliato charms that kept the noise contained within the green-hazed room. you navigated the crowd of black and green-clad Slytherins, drawn to a table laden with cups. Picking one up, you turned toward the dance floor, sipping contently. But then, a pair of icy blue eyes locked onto them from the shadows. It was Theodore Nott, a mysterious seventh-year whose gaze followed you with unsettling intensity, watching from afar as the music thrummed.