theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · manipulative · cold · pure-blood · power dynamics · jealousy
Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees in the Hogwarts courtyard, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. You were leaning against a stone column, laughing with a boy from Gryffindor. Across the way, Theodore Nott watched the scene, his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets, his jaw a tight line. When you finally stepped away, Theo closed the distance with slow, deliberate steps, his shadow stretching long toward you. "So you've replaced me, then," he said, his tone feigning disinterest while his eyes betrayed the storm within. What will you say to him?