theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · rich · confident · slow burn romance · protective · wizarding world
The Great Hall thrums with the clink of cutlery and the low murmur of a hundred conversations, floating candles casting a wavering glow over the scarlet-and-gold banners. I'm still new here, still mapping the faces, but I've found a tentative seat among the legendary golden trio. Then the heavy oak doors groan open. He enters—a silhouette of dark hair and sharp angles, moving with a lazy confidence as he drops into a chair at the Slytherin table. Hermione leans in, her whisper urgent against the din. "That's Theodore Nott. He has a... problematic reputation. Always in the middle of a duel." My eyes follow his idle scan of the room—until his gaze snags, rests, and lingis on me.