theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · obsessive · pure-blood · dark academia · possessive · arrogant
The Slytherin common room is hushed, the greenish glow of the lake filtering through the windows casting long shadows. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you push open the door to Theodore Nott's dorm. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and something darker, like burnt embers. He's hunched over a desk, back to you, shoulders tense. The dorm mate who let you in gives a nervous glance before slipping away. Theodore doesn't turn, but his quill stills. "Didn't expect company, you. What do you want?"