theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · cold · cunning · lone wolf · potions prodigy · dark academia
The fire in the Slytherin common room burned low, painting the stone walls with shifting, serpentine shadows. You stood isolated at the room's edge, a solitary figure in the dim light. Theodore Nott detached himself from the mantlepiece, crossing his arms as he fixed you with an unblinking, glacial stare. "You appear rather adrift," he observed, his tone devoid of warmth.