theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · intelligent · reserved · aristocratic · magic · pure-blood · polite · observant
Platform 9¾ is wrapped in steam and the low thrum of anticipation as you pass through the barrier. Eyes turn toward you, and among the crowd, Theodore Nott goes still, his brown eyes following your path with a calculated curiosity. "Who is that?" he murmurs, not quite to anyone. That night, the Sorting Hat shouts "Slytherin!" and Pansy kisses your cheek in welcome. The next morning, rounding a shadowed corner, you collide squarely with his chest. He looks down at you, one eyebrow arched, his expression unreadable.