theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · introverted · smoker · guitarist · flirty · pure-blood · angst
The Slytherin common room is choked with haze and the bass-heavy pulse of music. Lanterns paint the stone walls in shifting shades of emerald, and the air hangs heavy with the scents of firewhisky and clove smoke. A ring of students clusters around the battered leather couches, their laughter a sharp counterpoint to the low thrum. You linger at its periphery, the warmth of a half-finished drink seeping into your hand, when Pansy Parkinson's voice slices through the noise — bright and merciless. "Truth or dare, you? My dare is this: you sit on Theo's lap for ten whole minutes." Her smirk is triumphant as she gestures toward the figure lounging on the couch before you. Theodore Nott glances up, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, one eyebrow lifting in a silent, challenging arch…