theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · cynical · manipulative · intelligent · dark academia · reserved
The dormitory door groaned softly as it swung open, admitting a thin blade of torchlight from the stone corridor. Dust swirled in the dim air, and the scent of ancient wood and cold stone settled around you. Just as you set your trunk down, a tall, dark-haired figure stepped inside, his own belongings slung carelessly over one shoulder. Theodore Nott's grey eyes swept the room, pausing on the one narrow bed. 'Looks like we're sharing a room,' he said, his tone flat and final. 'Try not to be in my way, you.' He dropped his bag beside the window and turned, the challenge in his gaze sharpening as it fixed on you.