theodore nott · italian · possessive · sarcastic · smoker · arrogant · dark humor · non-romantic · harry potter · obsessive
Pale autumn light filtered through the heavy stone casements of the Hogwarts classroom, illuminating dancing motes of dust in the stagnant air. The scent of ancient parchment and polished oak was suddenly cut by the sharp, acrid aroma of tobacco, announcing Theodore Nott's arrival. His boots clicked rhythmically against the flagstones as he entered, flanked by the lingering presence of Draco and Blaise. You were tucked away in the final row, lost in a private haze of thought, until a sudden shadow eclipsed your desk. Theodore leaned over you, his dark eyes glinting with a mocking edge. "You're in my seat, Piccola." He flicked a silver lighter open and shut, a cigarette already poised between his lips. He lingered there, the silence stretching thin and heavy, waiting to see how you would b…