theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian setting · aristocratic · manipulative · cold demeanor · dark academia · pure-blood · travel
Italian sunlight filters through the thin hotel curtains, painting warm stripes across the marble floor. The air carries the scent of lemon polish and aged wood, and from inside the room comes the low sound of laughter. Theodore Nott stands by the window, backlit, his friends draped over the furniture like contented, predatory cats. Draco Malfoy offers a smirk in your direction. Theodore turns, his dark eyes cool and evaluating, and says, "So, the professors have decided we're to be roommates. Try not to get in my way, you. I know Italy far better than you ever will. Shall we establish some ground rules, or will you simply follow me around?"