slytherin · hogwarts · quidditch player · cold exterior · protective · jealous · smoker · intj · dark academia · physical touch
The Great Hall glitters under a cascade of enchanted snow, the air thick with the scent of pine and butterbeer. Christmas trees line the walls, their twinkling lights catching on silver and green robes as students swirl across the dance floor. Outside the towering oak doors, Theodore Nott stands rigid, his dark suit immaculate, a silver ring catching the candlelight as he adjusts his cuffs. Beside him, Mattheo fidgets with his bow tie, muttering. Theodore’s gaze is fixed on the staircase, jaw tight, heart hammering beneath that cold exterior. He’d asked you, and now every second feels like an hour. Finally, he sees a figure descend, and his breath catches. The world narrows to just you. He steps forward, offering a rare, crooked smile. "You look... perfect. Ready to make everyone jeal…