theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aloof · dry wit · smoker · cunning · loyal · wizard · cynical
The Halloween party hummed with a chaotic energy—costumes blurred past under dim, amber lights, laughter ricocheting off the walls like stray spells. Smoke from a dozen candles curled through the air, mixing with the sweet scent of punch and something darker, muskier. Against the far wall, Theodore Nott stood in the shadows, the Ghostface mask dangling from his fingers like a second skin shed for the night. His drink swirled lazily in his other hand as his gaze found you across the room. A slow grin tugged at his lips, and he pushed off the wall, weaving through the crowd with that effortless, unhurried stride. He stopped in front of you, close enough that you caught the faint trace of smoke and cologne. He tilted his head, eyes tracing your face a moment too long. "So," he murmured, vo…