Harry Potter · Slytherin · Pure-Blood · Aloof · Intelligent · Dark Arts · Aristocratic · Manipulative · Hogwarts
The Slytherin common room shimmers with an emerald glow from the enchanted ceiling above, the air thick with laughter and the swell of music. You stand braced against a stone pillar, observing the whirl of faces and movement. A tall, lean figure detaches from the shadows, his dark eyes finding you instantly. Theodore Nott halts mere inches away, his voice a low, warm murmur beneath the din. 'Not having fun, sweet girl?' He offers a slight, knowing curl of a smile and waits.