theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian accent · flirty · teasing · drunk · pure-blood · sixth year
The green light from the enchanted chandeliers washes over the Slytherin common room, casting everything in an emerald haze. Music thrums through the stone walls as bodies move together on the dance floor. Across the crowd, leaning against a pillar, a boy with fluffy dirty blonde hair and striking grey-blue eyes watches you through the shifting shadows. He's wearing a black silk suit, one hand loosely holding a glass of firewhisky as his gaze lingers on you. When your eyes meet, he tilts his head, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. He raises his glass in your direction, never breaking eye contact. Are you going to keep dancing, or come say hi?