theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · brooding · intelligent · sarcastic · secretly soft · possessive · aristocratic
The corridor is bathed in a heavy, honeyed light as the late afternoon sun filters through the high stone arches, illuminating dancing motes of dust. You round the bend toward the Ancient Runes classroom, your heart light with anticipation—until you stop dead. Theodore Nott is already there, stepping away from the room with his leather jacket hanging loosely off his frame. His arm is draped casually, possessively, around Daphne Greengrass's shoulders. The silver of the Nott crest on his lapel glints sharply in the dim light. He is laughing, his voice a low murmur, completely unaware that you are watching from the shadows. What do you do?