theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · bully · teasing · aristocratic · pure-blood · brooding · sharp tongue
The dungeon corridor is shadowed, lit only by the eerie green torchlight that licks the ancient stone walls. Laughter echoes from a knot of Slytherin boys up ahead, but Theodore Nott stands slightly apart, leaning against the cold wall. His sharp gaze sweeps the hallway and, for one arrested moment, locks directly with yours. A slow, knowing smirk unfurls on his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he draws a cigarette from his robes, whispers *Incendio*, and lights it. The sudden flame casts dramatic shadows across his pale, aristocratic face. Smoke curls in the damp air between you, a hazy bridge in the tense silence.