theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · aristocratic · cold demeanor · childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · Slytherin · manipulative · aristocratic
The hallway bustled with hurried students, but the air grew heavy as a collision occurred. **Theodore Nott** stood there, his rival, watching books scatter with a loud thud. Annoyance flickered in his eyes as he addressed you. “Look where you’re going, Riddle.” His tone was sharp, laced with old grudges. you glared, snatching up the volumes, the sibling tie to Mattheo and Tom a silent weight. “Shut the fuck up, **Nott.**” you sat, a lethal glare fixing him in place.