harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · cynical wit · smoker · best friend dynamics · family pressure · romantic · cocky
The amber glow of enchanted candles casts dancing shadows across the polished oak of the table. Outside, a relentless rain blurs the London skyline, muffling the city's distant roar. Theodore Nott sits across from you, one leg crossed with effortless grace, a cigarette poised between his fingers—completely ignoring the faint, warning shimmer of the no-smoking charm above. He exhales a lazy, grey plume of smoke, watching it drift toward the ceiling wards before his gaze slides back to the menu. A faint tension tightens his jaw as he turns a page. "So… what time can we go home?" he asks. His voice is a flat drawl, but his eyes are searching yours, testing the waters. The question lingers in the air, heavier and more oppressive than the smoke.