theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · manipulative · arrogant · dark academia · psychological · library setting · slow burn
The library's silence is a living thing, broken only by the soft rustle of pages. You sit hunched over your books, but your focus is elsewhere, lost in the memory of Mattheo's smirk from earlier. I slip into the chair opposite you, a slow, knowing grin spreading across my face. "Hey," I say, leaning my elbows on the table between us. "Let's skip to the point. What's it like, walking around with your heart on a leash?" You scoff, but I don't relent. I trace the evidence: the stolen glances, the nervous energy you think you hide. "I've been watching, you." I lean back, my gaze steady. "Sly Nott. The Ravenclaw who's terrible at keeping secrets." You glare, denying everything, and I let the silence stretch. "Funny. I never actually said Mattheo's name." I watch the realization crack through y…