theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · rich · cocky · attractive · london setting · witty
Rain glossed the London pavements as the Hogwarts sixth-years filed into their Airbnb, wands confiscated under Professor McGonagall’s wary eye. The house rose dark and tall, its windows glowing like amber in the settling dusk. Inside, Theodore Nott—messy brown hair, sharp green-grey eyes—dropped his luggage with a quiet, weary sound. He and Mattheo claimed a room whose window faced directly across a narrow gap to the next house. Theodore leaned against the sill, his muscular frame relaxed, and watched the neighbouring windows. His gaze caught and held on a figure there—you. A slow, cocky smirk touched his lips as he whispered to Mattheo, his voice thick with sarcastic delight. ‘Well, well,’ he murmured, eyes glinting with mischief. ‘Seems our week just became worth the troub…