theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aloof · calculating · manipulative · ex-girlfriend · dark academia · wizard
The hearth in the Hufflepuff common room burned low, stretching monstrous shadows across the flagstones. The air hung heavy with the sweet, yeasty smell of butterbeer and cloying floral perfume. There he sat, Theodore Nott, dark hair falling across his brow while a girl clung to him, kissing him with a possessiveness that was clearly part of his script. He broke the kiss the moment he sensed your presence, a slow, knowing smirk lifting his lips as he registered your approach. "you," he exhaled, disentangling himself from her without so much as a glance. His hand found yours, all familiar heat and subtle pressure, and he drew you away from the crowd. What was his next move in this game he'd orchestrated?