harry potter · theodore nott · slytherin · pureblood · sarcastic · intelligent · potions expert · tsundere · protective · bookworm
The low fire in the Slytherin hearth guttered, painting the stone walls of the dormitory in shifting amber and deep shadow. Theodore Nott sat bent over his desk, the steady scratch of his quill the only sound amidst the clutter of parchment and simmering potion vials. The door groaned open. He didn't look up as you entered, didn't react as you dropped onto his bed with a heavy, wordless sigh. He let out a slow breath, finally lifting his dark eyes to meet yours. "What?"