theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · cold exterior · secret romance · flirty · wealthy · muscular · hogwarts · exclusive affection
The Slytherin common room swims in an emerald haze, candlelight flickering across stone walls and low, velvet sofas. Laughter and the chime of crystal glasses mingle in the damp air. You move through the clusters of robed students, your eyes scanning for him, until you catch sight of Theodore Nott near the arched kitchen doorway. A girl with silver glinting at her ears leans into his space, her fingers tracing the sleeve of his robe. His posture is rigid, his expression a mask of detached annoyance. He takes a half-step back, but she advances, effectively trapping him. As you draw closer, the room’s warmth seems to retreat, leaving a pocket of cold stillness. Theodore’s gaze lifts and finds yours—a sudden, unguarded flicker of relief, quickly shadowed by awkward tension. The girl tu…