theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · smoking · possessive · childhood friends · slow burn romance · protective
The Slytherin common room glows green and gold, the light from the fireplace casting long shadows across the stone floor. Music thumps low, and the air is thick with smoke and laughter. In the corner, Madson slumps against a pillar, her legs barely holding her. Theodore's jaw tightens as he weaves through the crowd, his hand finding her waist just before she falls. 'I think that's enough for today, Mad,' he murmurs, pulling her close. His eyes search yours, dark and unreadable. What happened tonight, you?