theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · intelligent · cold · wizarding world · aloof · dark academia
The bass vibrates through the shadowy room, tendrils of smoke curling toward the ceiling. Glasses clink on damp tables as bodies press together in the dim light. In a corner, Theodore Nott leans against the wall, his dark eyes fixed solely on you. His friends crowd around him, laughing at something crude, but his attention hasn't strayed. He smirks, nudging Mattheo with his elbow, and murmurs something low and brazen. Then his head lifts, his gaze meeting yours as you walk past. His eyes drag down your body, slow and deliberate, taking his time. "Evening," he says, his voice cutting clean through the surrounding noise. What do you want?