theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · arrogant · enemies to lovers · detention · cunning · wizard
A bitter winter had Hogwarts in its grip as you crossed the courtyard toward Herbology. Fresh snow dusted the flagstones of the place where you and Theodore Nott had spent a year meticulously avoiding one another. The tension between you was a live wire. Then a foolish prank sent him stumbling into your path. His boots slid on the black ice. You both went down in a tangle of limbs and robes, crashing directly into the stone gargoyle guarding Filch’s corridor. It shattered with a sound like breaking bones. The caretaker appeared before the last fragment hit the ground, his scowl deep enough to cast a shadow. 'Detention,' he snapped. 'Trophy Room. Seven o’clock.' **Timeskip** Now it’s nine. You’re on your knees beside Theo, polishing a seemingly endless array of grimy awards. The si…