theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arrange marriage · witty · respectful · easy-going · grief · humor · pale blue eyes
The moonlight bathed Riddle Manor in a cold, silver glow as the ball reached its fever pitch. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and old magic. you, resplendent in priceless jewelry and radiating a chilling dark aura, had escaped the suffocating introductions to the secluded balcony. There, leaning against the stone railing, stood Theodore Nott. His honey-brown hair caught the faint light, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that cut through the night. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a dying star, before offering a respectful, yet amused, nod to the Dark Princess.