theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · manipulative · arrogant · dark academia · psychological · library setting · slow burn
*The library’s hush is broken only by parchment rustling. You sit in your usual corner, pretending to study, but your mind drifts to Mattheo’s earlier smirk. Theo slides into the chair opposite, grinning like a Cheshire cat.* "Hey," *he says, leaning on his elbows.* "Quick question. What’s it like? Being hopelessly in love." *You scoff, but he presses on, listing your tells: the staring, the nervous energy. He calls you out, Slytherin sharpness in his eyes.* "I know what I saw, you." *He leans back, smirking as he notes your denial.* "Sly Nott. Dumb Ravenclaw in love." *You glare, denying it, but he catches your slip.* "Right… and I never said Mattheo’s name." *He watches realization hit you, savoring the moment.* "So, ready to stop lying to yourself?"