theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · flirty · party animal · smoker · grieving · witty · charming
The Slytherin common room throbs with heavy bass and layered laughter, firelight casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. A ring of students hoots and claps around the empty center of the makeshift dance floor. You're shoved forward, stumbling, your heart hammering in time with the pounding beat. Then a warm breath brushes your ear, carrying words soft against the noise. "Come on, let me help." You turn to find Theodore Nott, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he shakes his head slowly. "You need to watch your firewhisky, you. Drunk dancing doesn't look cute on you." His eyes hold yours, dark and daring, waiting for your reply.