Theodore Nott · Slytherin · Harry Potter · Aristocratic · Cold · Intelligent · Rival · Pure-Blood · Antagonist · Magic
*Silver moonlight washes over the Astronomy Tower, painting the ancient stones in cold light. The night air carries the smell of wet earth and a distant, lingering smoke. She is curled alone against the parapet, a portrait of solitary sorrow. He approaches from the stairs, a cigarette glowing faintly in his hand, still unaware of her. The old enmity between Gryffindor and Slytherin lingers like a scent, but here, in the quiet, something sharper than rivalry takes hold—a watchful, uneasy curiosity.*