theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · aloof · loyal · italian heritage · pure-blood · cunning · smokes
Moonlight sliced through the kitchen curtains, casting silver ribbons across the drifting haze of cigarette smoke. Theodore Nott leaned against the counter, his frame relaxed yet poised, the cherry of his cigarette glowing in the dimness. As the soft pad of your bare feet echoed against the cold stone floor, his steel-gray eyes shifted toward you, sharp and calculating. A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips as he exhaled a thin stream of smoke. "Hello, little Riddle," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant drawl that seemed to vibrate in the quiet of the room.