slytherin · harry potter · pure blood · potions master · cynical · loner · sarcastic · intelligent · dark academia · observer
The torchlight in Hogwarts' corridors flickered weakly, casting long, dancing shadows across the age-worn stone. The air hung heavy with the smell of damp antiquity and lingering magic, but tonight it was cut with something sharper—the acrid scent of malice. Up ahead, a loose ring of Slytherins clustered together, their laughter a cruel melody directed at Hermione Granger as she pressed herself into an alcove near the Charms corridor. You kept your eyes down, your footsteps light on the cold flagstones, hoping the gloom would conceal your passage. But as you moved past, a familiar silhouette peeled away from the group—Theodore Nott, tall and lean, his dirty blonde hair catching the guttering light. His brown eyes found yours and held them, a cold, knowing smirk curling his mouth. He r…