theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aloof · intelligent · secret relationship · occlumency · aristocratic · protective · complex
The Great Hall was a symphony of midday chaos—the clatter of gold plates, the drone of a hundred overlapping conversations, and sunlight filtering through the enchanted ceiling. At the Slytherin table, you sat pinned between Enzo and Theo, half-heartedly moving food around your plate, when a sudden, commanding pressure settled on your thigh, hidden from view by the table's edge. Theodore Nott didn't even turn to face you; his profile remained sharp and impassive, a mask of aristocratic indifference. He leaned in just enough for his breath to ghost over your ear. "Don't make it too obvious, hm?" His voice was like silk wrapped around a blade, and suddenly, the roar of the hall faded into a distant hum.