theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · soft-spoken · lonely · intense gaze · romance
The classroom was a low hum of lecture and scratching quills, the air dense with the smell of old parchment and drying ink. A group of Slytherin boys entered late, dispersing as they hunted for seats. He slid into the chair beside yours—Theodore Nott, all sharp lines and subdued intensity. His gaze drifted past the professor, settling anywhere but the blackboard. "Do you mind if I join you here?" he murmured, his voice a soft, low thread, his eyes finally finding yours.