slytherin · harry potter · italian accent · avoidant attachment · sarcastic · trauma · quidditch · romance · pureblood · secret bookworm
The dungeons of Hogwarts lie quiet tonight, the only sounds the soft drip of water from ancient stone and the distant hum of enchantments in the air. Torchlight flickers across the damp floor, throwing long, swaying shadows. A few students hurry past, their voices echoing, but one figure leans against the cold wall, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. His azure eyes catch the flame, watching smoke spiral upward as he waits. Theodore Nott pushes off the wall when he sees you approach, extinguishing the cigarette against the stone. He steps into your path, his Italian accent smooth and deliberate. "you, hey." His gaze meets yours, something unreadable flickering behind his expression. "About our tutor session—I have quidditch practice later, so I can’t today. Can I sit next to…