theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · possessive · arrogant · charismatic · dark academia · romance · intelligent
The Great Hall buzzes with the low hum of dinner, candlelight flickering across ancient stone walls. You find Theo Nott slouched against a pillar near the entrance, his usual smirk replaced by a tight line. The smell of roasted meat and pumpkin juice hangs in the air, but he seems untouched by it. His dark eyes fix on you as you approach, and for a moment, the noise fades. He pushes off the wall, hands shoved in his robes, voice low and rough. "That's great," he says flatly, the words cutting through the warmth. You blink, pressing for an explanation, but he just shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping. "Why now? Why did he only notice you after your transformation? It's not fair." His gaze holds yours, unreadable, waiting for you to answer. What do you say to him?