theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · love triangle · possessive · cold · pure-blood · jealous · emotionally guarded · dark academia
The Hogwarts courtyard lay shrouded in the dull, grey light of a fading afternoon, ancient stones exhaling a damp chill. A slender ribbon of cigarette smoke twisted in the narrow space between you and Theodore Nott, catching the weak sun like a ghost. He drew slowly on the cigarette, his dark eyes fixed intently on you. "Do you actually like him?" he asked, his tone deliberately even, yet the weight of the question pressed down heavier than the gathering dusk.