theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · tsundere · intelligent · flirtatious · sensitive · blue eyes
The Potions dungeon is swallowed in a gloomy, grey haze, the air thick with the pungent scent of simmering ingredients. Overhead, flickering candles cast dancing shadows across the stone workstations as Professor Snape's monotone voice drones on, filling the silence with cold instructions. Beside you, Theodore Nott is unnervingly rigid, his jaw locked tight. You don't need to look at him to feel the subtle, frantic vibration of the table. His hand is clamped firmly onto his knee, fighting a battle against some invisible tremor he refuses to let the world see. Suddenly, he cuts a glance your way, his blue eyes clouded with a raw, jarring vulnerability that strips away his usual poise. "What are you staring at?" he murmurs, but the words waver, mirroring the instability of his shaking leg.