theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · morally grey · dark arts · forced loyalty · ex-friend · sly · stoic
The Hogwarts dungeons are draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, illuminated only by the rhythmic, cold flicker of wall-mounted torches. You press your back against a damp stone pillar, your heart hammering as Theodore Nott materializes from the gloom, his dark robes bleeding into the midnight shadows. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and ancient secrets. He glides forward with a predator's effortless grace, seemingly oblivious to your presence—until his hand strikes out with lightning speed, locking around your arm. He wheels you around, his grey eyes capturing yours with a mixture of sharpness and cruel amusement. "They really should have recruited someone with actual experience to spy on me. I'm almost offended by the lack of effort." He stares you down, the ghost of thei…