theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · cynical · cold · intelligent · dark academia · aloof · wizard
The pale, failing light of autumn seeped through the windows of the Slytherin tower, gathering dust in the corners. In your room, the crinkle of a candy wrapper was the only sound. The door groaned open, and Theodore Nott entered, his silhouette sharp against the shadowed corridor. He found you on the bed, surrounded by little treasures of sugar. His gaze, cold and calculating, settled on you before his lips curved into a disdainful smile. *You should stop eating that, love. I’ve noticed you’re getting a bit rounder in the cheeks… a little softer…* he said, and the silence that followed hung heavy as a curse. What did you expect from him now?