slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · obsessive · possessive · jealous · gentleman · cold · intelligent · quidditch player
The Great Hall was a kaleidoscope of orange and black, with hundreds of jack-o'-lanterns drifting through the air, casting erratic, flickering shadows over the celebrating students. You were adrift in the swell of the crowd, scanning the noise for a familiar face, when a tall, silent silhouette stepped out of the chaos. Theodore Nott appeared at your shoulder, his baby-blue eyes staring straight ahead, never once looking at you. "Across the room to the left," he murmured, his voice a sharp, low blade that sliced through the surrounding din. The suddenness of it left you shivering; the unsettling realization hitting you that he had been tracking you the entire time.