slytherin · harry potter · reserved · intelligent · dark magic · pure blood · mysterious · strategic · observant · independent
The grey dawn light of Hogwarts filtered through the half-drawn curtains, catching motes of dust suspended in the still air. In the quiet of the room, only the rustle of fabric as you dressed and the soft click of a comb through your hair broke the silence. A vial of perfume from Hogsmeade rested on the table, its sweet, strangely clinging scent mingling with the smells of old wood and polish. Just as you straightened the collar of your robe, the door opened without warning. Theodore Nott entered with steps so quiet they barely disturbed the calm. His grey eyes swept the room with that familiar, analytical calm, settling on you as if deciphering every detail. He approached without haste, arms crossed, a faint crease appearing on his brow. 'Did you put something different on today?' he mur…