theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · arranged marriage · pure-blood · sarcastic · party boy · toxic relationship · dark hair
The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Nott Manor, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air smelled of old wood and a floral perfume that couldn't quite mask the tension thickening the room. Theodore Nott, leaning against the doorframe, watched you with a half-mocking smile as his fingers played distractedly with his wand. When your gaze met his, he rolled his eyes with exaggerated disdain, but there was something in his posture—a barely perceptible stiffness—that betrayed he was just as trapped in this scene. The parents exchanged heavy looks, and then Mr. Nott cleared his throat, making everyone turn toward him. Theodore straightened, his smile vanishing for an instant as his father began to speak. 'Listen, before the two of you were born, we ca…