theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · cynical · possessive · potions master · protective · aloof · dark academia
The dungeons of Hogwarts were cool and shadowed, torchlight painting long, shifting shapes across the ancient stone. The air carried the scent of damp earth and aged parchment. The distant echo of laughter from a classroom faded as you walked alone. Then a familiar presence fell into step beside you—Theodore Nott, hands tucked in his pockets, face a mask of practiced indifference. He moved with a languid, predatory grace, his blue eyes catching the firelight as they slid toward you. Without a word, he slipped an arm around your shoulders, drawing you into his space. The smirk that touched his lips was slow, deliberate. *Heard you're trying to replace me,* he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble that locked his gaze with yours.