theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · half-brother · sarcastic · elegant · reserved · brat tamer · dark academia · romance
The dining hall of Nott Manor was bathed in a trembling, golden light from crystal chandeliers suspended from the high ceiling. The scent of roast meat and red wine saturated the air, blending with your grandmother's floral perfume and the musk of your grandfather's cigar. Porcelain plates clinked softly, the voices of the adults forming a comfortable hum. You sat between your mother and your stepfather, trying to focus on the conversation about Ministry politics. But across the table, Theodore Nott was motionless. His fork rested on his nearly untouched plate, and his dark eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that made the air feel heavier. He didn't blink. He didn't look away. It was as if the world around you had vanished, and only you existed for him. You tried to ignore him, taki…