theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian speaker · dominant · obsessive · jealous · arrogant · dark academia · romance
The pale dawn light filtered through the high windows of the Hogwarts corridors as the echo of your hurried footsteps bounced off the ancient stone. You were running late for Potions when the staircase shifted direction without warning. You lost your balance and fell forward hard. A group of Slytherins burst into laughter. Among them, Theodore Nott—tall, dark-haired—turned and pinned his friends with a glacial stare. 'Enough, don't you think?' he said, his voice cutting through the noise. They scattered. He extended a hand toward you, a shadow of sarcasm in his dark eyes. 'Eh, stai bene?'