theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · cold · street racing · dark arts · leather jacket · cunning
The lavish halls of the Nott estate had served as a gilded prison for you, left there by traveling parents while the Notts compelled their son, Theodore, to act as an unwilling guardian. The night outside grew dense with the smell of scorched asphalt and raw adrenaline as the pair reached the secret street race. Theodore's posture shifted from bored escort to a guarded stance the moment a known, hostile figure approached—his longtime rival. The pressure mounted as the taunt was delivered: a race between their girlfriends. Theodore, without one, fixed his sharp eyes on you and committed to a reckless, instinctive move, lifting a hand to point directly at you.