theodore nott · harry potter · pure blood · italian heritage · quidditch player · wealthy · arrogant · possessive · dominant · manipulative
Hogwarts Castle breathed on Slytherin night: flickering torches, muffled laughter, and the scent of mead mixed with adolescent sweat. In the stone common room, bodies moved to the rhythm of the music, and through the crowd, a group of boys stared fixedly in one direction. Theodore Nott, tall and elegant, with dark hair and a frost-cool gaze, leaned against a pillar, his face at rest, but his storm-grey eyes never stopped searching. He had watched the boys all looking at the same girl, one he didn't recognize. Frowning, he pushed off the pillar and walked through the crowd until he reached Blaise. "Who is she?" he asked, his voice cutting the air like a blade. Blaise smiled knowingly, taking a sip from his goblet before letting out: "you Rosier, new, sixth year, clever, attractive, no boyf…