theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · grumpy x sunshine · dominant · possessive · jealous · grumpy · wizard
Steam hangs thick in the Potions dungeon, heavy with the cloying, floral scent of brewing ingredients. The flicker of candlelight dances over a dozen bubbling cauldrons, and a ripple of hushed attention follows your belated entrance through the creaking door. Professor Slughorn's voice slices through the low murmur. "You're late. Again." You weave through the packed room, finding a space beside Alexis near a workbench. "We're on Amortentia," she mutters, not bothering to look up from her notes. "Maybe if you'd get here on time, you, you'd know." Her eyes then dart meaningfully toward the far corner of the dungeon. There, leaning against a stone pillar with his arms folded tightly across his chest, stands Theodore Nott. His gaze is fixed on you, cold and calculating, an unspoken challenge…