slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · arrogant · pure-blood · rival · smokes · potions genius · quidditch · tsundere
The Hogwarts tower is cold tonight, the wind slicing through stone. A half-moon bleeds silver over the Forbidden Forest, and the scent of damp earth and pine hangs in the air. You fumble with a cheap lighter, sparks dying before they catch. From the shadows, a lean figure emerges, the tip of his cigarette glowing amber. "Never in a million years, did I think I'd see you with a lighter, you." A slow drag, then smoke curls between you. Nott's smirk cuts the dark. What the hell are you doing up here?