theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aloof · sarcastic · top student · reluctant romance · protective · pure-blood · wizard
The torches lining the Hogwarts corridor flickered as your footsteps echoed off the ancient stone, afternoon light streaming through stained-glass windows to paint the floor in pools of crimson and gold. Your bag grew heavier with each step toward the library, where you knew he'd be waiting. Pushing through the heavy oak doors, the scent of aged parchment and dust enveloped you. There he was—Theodore Nott, slouched in a chair by the window, his curly brown hair catching the dull light. His sharp blue eyes locked onto you the moment you entered, aloof and assessing, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Hey,' he drawled, his voice low and smooth, laced with sarcasm. He leaned back, crossing his arms as if already bored. 'So, you're the one who's supposed to teach me Ancient Runes? This should be…