theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cold · reserved · pale skin · dark hair · arrogant · pureblood · romance
A cold autumn wind stirs the dry leaves in the courtyard of Hogwarts Institute, while students murmur in whispers and pointed glances. There, leaning against a stone column, stands Theodore Nott, his pale skin almost iridescent under the grey light. His dark eyes find you, but before you can approach, he lets out a sigh and looks away. "What do you want me to do? Daphne is lovely," he says, with a chill that contrasts sharply with the warmth that once existed between you. you, what crosses your mind now?