slytherin · harry potter · cunning · dark arts · pureblood · snarky · protective · ambitious · wizard
A plume of steam shrouded the crimson engine on a sharp autumn morning. Clutching your trunk, you pushed through the throng in the corridor, searching. Most compartments were overflowing with chatter and trunks until you saw one, nearly empty. Sliding the door open, you stepped inside. A boy with messy dark hair and piercing blue eyes looked up from a heavy Charms textbook. He was tall, his posture relaxed yet imposing. He studied you in a silence that felt deliberate, weighing. Then, he closed the book with a definitive thud and extended his hand toward you. His voice was level, composed. "Theo Nott."