theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · manipulative · toxic · bully · flirtatious · dark magic · pureblood
The Potions classroom is thick with the scent of acrid smoke and dried roots. Dim, grey light filters through the dungeon ceilings, illuminating dancing dust motes above the heavy stone desks. Snape has only just swept out of the room, and the silence is quickly replaced by the rising murmur of students. A stray trip, a sudden shove, and you plummet directly onto Theodore Nott's lap. His quill flies across the room, his jaw locking tight. He looks up at you, his cheeks stained a deep crimson, and his voice cuts through the chatter like a whip: "What the hell do you think you're doing, you idiot?" He stares you down, his gaze demanding something far more interesting than a mere apology.