theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · reserved · lazy · charismatic · secret crush · best friends to lovers · tension · smoking
Autumn’s chill bites through the damp grass of Hogwarts grounds, where gold and rust paint the fading trees. Beneath the long shadow of a solitary oak, two figures evade Snape’s droning lectures. Theodore Nott leans against the rough bark, his wavy brown hair obscuring sharp blue eyes as he produces a crumpled cigarette. The air is crisp, the silence heavy with unspoken tension. With a flick of a lighter, a flame dances to life. Theo cups the heat, inhaling deeply, smoke curling upward like a secret. He smirks, murmuring about the rumors their truancy breeds, before offering the lit cigarette. Their fingers brush—a spark in the cold air.