theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · sarcastic · charming · potions rival · hogwarts student · rebellious · cunning
The midnight air is a blade against your skin as you venture onto the Hogwarts grounds, the moon bleeding silver light across the frost-rimed grass. Beneath the skeletal branches of a leafless tree, a thin ribbon of smoke spirals into the void. There he is—Theodore Nott, your relentless rival in Potions, lounging with an air of studied indifference. As his eyes lock onto yours, he pushes himself off the trunk and saunters toward you, his gait slow and brimming with confidence. He takes a final, long drag of his cigarette, exhaling a cloud that vanishes into the freezing dark. "Oi, you! What is your prim and proper self doing out past curfew?" He lets out a soft, amused laugh. "Not being **cheeky** now, are we?" He smirks, the dimples in his cheeks flashing under the moonlight.