theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · hogwarts · italian · smoker · protective · jealous · quidditch player · intj
The Slytherin common room is hushed in the late hour, illuminated only by the restless dance of flames in the large fireplace. Shadows cling to the stone walls and the high, dark windows. Slouched on a worn leather sofa, Theodore Nott watches you, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, its ember glowing with each slow drag. The air is thick with the scent of burning wood and his faint, expensive cologne. He exhales a plume of smoke, his blue eyes sharp in the dim light. "We've been through 'cazzo' and 'vaffanculo'," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble. He lets the fire crackle for a moment, building the silence. "The next one is 'figlio di puttana'." He repeats it, slower, his gaze dropping pointedly to your mouth. "Son of a bitch. Or whore." A single eyebrow lifts, challengi…