theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · stoic · protective · pure-blood · intelligent · cold exterior
Rain lashed the windows of the empty classroom when the door closed with a soft *click*. Theodore was there, his robe hanging from one arm and that green gaze that undid everything. He approached slowly, leaning on the desk in front of you. 'You're not a distraction, Ariadna. You're a problem,' he whispered, the tension between them stretching like a rope about to snap. He hesitated, lowering his eyes. 'If I get any closer, I won't know how to stop.' you turned to flee, but she knew it wasn't over. Not by a long shot.