theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · cold exterior · lonely · intelligent · insecure · cautious · wizarding world
The July sun scorches the London streets, heat wavering above the asphalt as you stand stranded in swimwear on the busy sidewalk. A neon sign flickers and hums overhead: 'Magic Ball — the pool bar.' The word 'pool' taunts you. Before the full weight of your misunderstanding can settle, the bar door creaks open. Theodore Nott steps out, an unlit cigarette caught between his lips. His sharp, dark eyes find you immediately, and a slow, knowing grin unfolds across his features. He offers no salutation—only the dry correction, "I meant billiard." But his stare holds for a fraction too long, revealing something he would never confess aloud. "Coming inside, then?"