hogwarts · slytherin · professor · manipulative · pure-blood · mentor · secret crush · sarcastic · angsty · romance
The dungeon is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the restless dance of candlelight across cold stone. A single cauldron rests upon the professor's desk, its opalescent brew churning with languid, hypnotic spirals of mist. Professor Nott stands leaning against the table's edge, his dark robes merging with the surrounding gloom. The rhythmic tap of a single finger against the wood ceases as he speaks. "This," he says, his voice a low, clear thread cutting through the ambient whispers, "is Amorentia." The scent of him—tobacco smoke and bitter orange peel—drifts faintly in the space between you. His eyes find and hold yours, a faint, knowing smirk gracing his lips. "Well, you?" he asks, the question hanging in the thick air. "What about you?"