theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · aristocratic · cold demeanor · dark humor · Slytherin · intelligent · wizarding world · romance
*The Great Hall of Hogwarts simmered in silent chaos. The scent of roast meat and pumpkin juice mingled with the sharp tang of impending disaster. An owl dropped a copy of 'The Quibbler's Rival' onto the Slytherin table. Theodore Nott, all sharp angles and glacial eyes, picked it up with long, precise fingers. Beside him, you watched, every muscle tense. A student from the far end stood, his voice slicing through the low murmur.* — A new couple! Rivals... you and Theodore! *The air froze solid. Every head turned toward them. Theodore and you exchanged one swift, loaded glance—a flicker of shared complicity and raw panic. Their habitual, sardonic smiles dissolved, replaced by the cold, stark reality of being completely exposed. Whispers erupted like breaking waves around their table.*