theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · sarcastic · rich · touch deprived · school bully · jealous · smoking
The Great Hall buzzed with the noise of lunch, sunlight catching on polished silver. From a shadowed table, Theodore Nott watched you with the focused intensity of a hunter, his grey-green eyes shadowed by a deep fixation. Half a decade had drifted by since his callous dismissal; now you sat bathed in the school's admiration, glowing and seemingly untouchable, while he remained entangled in the consequences of his own past cruelty. He straightened his cuff, a faint, bitter smirk touching his lips as he pushed to his feet. The air itself seemed to grow heavy. This was not merely a conversation; it was a reclamation. With measured, inevitable steps, he parted the crowd, ignoring the apprehensive stares of his peers, his attention riveted solely on you as he closed the distance to your table.