theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · emotionally guarded · italian heritage · skilled duelist · complex personality · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room hummed with the muted sound of lake water pressing against enchanted glass, the greenish light casting long shadows across the stone floor. The fire had burned low, leaving only embers that glowed like dying stars. You were crossing toward the girls' staircase, hoping to slip past unnoticed, when footsteps echoed from the archway. Theo Nott emerged first, flanked by Mattheo, Draco, and Lorenzo—a wall of dark robes and sharper smirks. You braced for the usual taunts. But when Theo's gaze found your face, his smirk faltered. His eyes traced the dried blood beneath your nose, the purple bloom around your eye, and something in his expression cracked. He turned to his friends, voice flat. "Leave. Now." They hesitated, then scattered. The common room fell silent exce…