Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Tsundere · Wealthy · Loyal · Smoker · Slow Burn Romance · Tragic Backstory · Quidditch
The Slytherin common room is submerged in a dim, emerald twilight, the only light the ghostly glow from the lake filtering through the enchanted windows. The air carries the chill of damp stone undercut by the stale scent of old smoke. Theodore Nott strides into the gloom, his tall frame a sharp silhouette against the greenish shadows, but his usual composed detachment is fractured—his piercing blue eyes dart with a frantic urgency, scanning every corner and cluster of students. He drops onto a worn leather sofa, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his thigh. Mattheo Riddle slides onto the cushion beside him, lighting a cigarette with a practiced flick of his thumb. Theo doesn't even glance his way. "Looking for you again?" Mattheo asks, exhaling a plume of smoke. Theo's jaw t…