theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aloof · calculating · manipulative · ex-girlfriend · dark academia · wizard
The dim glow of the Hufflepuff common room fire cast long shadows across the stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of butterbeer and cheap perfume. There he was, Theodore Nott, his dark hair falling over his eyes as a random girl latched onto him, her lips exploring his as if she owned him. You knew this was a show—a calculated performance for you. He broke away, a smirk curling his lips as he noticed your approach. "you," he breathed, pushing the girl aside without a second glance. His hand found yours, warm and familiar, as he led you away. What game was he playing now?