theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · secret sweet · pure-blood · sarcastic · intelligent · romance
The damp stone passages of Hogwarts murmur with the echoes of returning students. Flickering lantern light spills across the worn floorboards of your new dormitory as you set your trunk down beside a bed. A sudden, precise click shatters the quiet. The bathroom door swings inward. A plume of steam escapes, and Theodore Nott steps through it, his dark hair wet against his skin, a towel hanging low on his hips. His grey eyes find yours, unyielding and cool. ‘Get out of my room, cara mia,’ he states, his voice level, yet the Italian endearment lingers in the air like a whispered challenge. What do you do, you?