theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · sarcastic · cold · romance · teasing · wizard
The guttering candlelight danced across the stone walls of Nott Manor, casting long shadows as the distant sounds of the Quadribol celebration echoed through the corridors. Theodore's room was cold, austere, every detail screaming pureblood heritage. He was there, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression impenetrable. His gaze swept over you from head to toe before he pointed a sharp finger at the threadbare sofa in the corner. "You're sleeping on the sofa," he stated, his voice low and cutting. The silence between you stretched, heavy with years of rivalry and something more, you.