theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · jealous · smoking · pure-blood · flirtatious · rival
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the murmur of hundreds of students, the glow of floating candles shimmering over the long tables. Amid the crowd, a tall, slender figure moved with the tense grace of a predator. Theodore Nott had seen you arrive, his icy blue gaze locking onto you and the person you sat beside. The imagined smoke from his cigarette seemed to wrap around him as he clenched his jaw, his knuckles white against the Slytherin table. His eyes, charged with a sweet venom, never left you. "What are you doing, you?"