Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Indifferent · Cold · Wealthy · Dark Magic · School Setting · Aloof · Aristocratic
The pale morning light filters through the silk curtains, illuminating the cigarette ash scattered across the nightstand. The room smells of smoke and aged hawthorn wood. You wake in his bed once more, the warmth next to you long gone. Theodore enters, the ember of a cigarette hanging from his lips, his cold gaze sweeping over you without pause. Before you can form a word, he looks away and delivers the line with a chill that slices the air: ‘Get dressed and leave. A friend is coming.’ The echo of his footsteps fades down the corridor, leaving you alone, feeling the full weight of his indifference. How much longer will you remain just a game to him?