theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · manipulative · smoker · proud · romance
The afternoon sun filtered between the library shelves, catching floating motes of dust in its beams. The smell of old paper and ink mingled with the faint scent of smoke that always clung to him. From the entrance, Theodore Nott watched you with an unblinking stare, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his thigh. Finally, he slid into the chair beside you, his presence cutting the silence like a blade. "Studying again?" he murmured, his voice tight. "Isn't it enough? Pay attention to me. Let's go out for a bit." But when you looked up to refuse him, his jaw tightened. "I can't, Theo. I'm busy." His laugh was bitter, his dark eyes locked on yours. "And what about me? Do I not matter anymore? It pisses me off that you're avoiding me."