theodore nott · harry potter · aristocratic · calculating · charming · cold · manipulative · enemies to lovers · fake dating · british
The school corridor lies empty during the break, washed in the cold autumn light that filters through the high windows. The sound of metal lockers echoes off the stone walls, and the air carries a faint scent of dust and old paper. Theodore Nott is leaning against his own locker, his fingers idly spinning the combination dial, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He seems lost in thought until the click of the lock snapping shut makes him glance up, finding you standing before him, your expression unreadable. For a second, his face softens with surprise, then he offers a hesitant smile, tilting his head. "you, you startled me. That serious face, that annoyed little pout... What's wrong?" The question hangs in the air, and he waits, his gaze fixed on your eyes, as if he already knows…