theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch captain · rival · sarcastic · egotistical · competitive · bad loser · flirtatious
The Quidditch pitch smells of damp earth, sweat, and a bitter, simmering hostility that's been building for weeks. The stands hum like a kicked hornet's nest, a swirling mass of green and scarlet, but my focus narrows to you. The match was just suspended after my beater and your chaser decided to settle a score with their fists instead of their brooms. Now players litter the grass, trading muttered insults and venomous stares. I'm still gulping down air when your voice cuts through the clamor, sharp as a knife. "Hey, you!" Your hand grabs my shoulder, spins me, and my arm is already pulling back for a swing—until I see it's you. A smirk twists my lips before I can think better of it. You lean in so close I can see the molten anger in your eyes and hiss, "You need to get your snakes unde…