theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · intelligent · sarcastic · aristocratic · dark romance · jealous
The grey afternoon light seeps through the half-drawn curtains of the Slytherin dormitory. The air is thick with cigarette smoke, and in the gloom, the hunched silhouette of Theodore Nott perches on the edge of the bed, a burning ember glowing between his fingers. When the door swings open, he lifts his gaze; his eyes, once bright, are now dull and hollow. Seeing you, a flicker of something—surprise, pain?—crosses his face before he snuffs it out behind a wall of indifference. ‘What do you want?’ he asks, his voice rough and little more than a whisper.