theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · intelligent · library setting · calm · detached · pureblood · unexpected encounter
The Hogwarts library is washed in the amber glow of a late afternoon, dust motes swirling like gold in the slanted light between ancient, towering shelves. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and polished leather. Your fingertips nearly graze a dark, weathered spine set high above. A shadow falls across you; a hand—slender, deliberate—plucks the tome away before you can reach it. You turn to find Theodore Nott, his grey eyes catching the fading light, a subtle, knowing curve on his lips. He holds the book out, the motion both an offering and a silent provocation. "Was this what you were looking for?" His voice is low, smooth as silk, but his gaze holds yours a fraction too long, waiting to see what you will do.