theodore nott · harry potter · biker · slytherin · aloof · leather jacket · motorcycle · loyal · calculating · dark academia
Heat shimmers in visible waves off the asphalt, a suffocating blanket over the empty schoolyard. you stands alone at the gates, stranded with no ride in sight. The silence is split by the low, predatory silhouette of a black motorbike, and seated upon it, a figure cloaked in shadow. The rider pushes up his helmet’s visor, revealing eyes like sharpened emerald. It’s Theodore Nott—your brother’s best friend, a boy woven from equal parts charm and trouble. He ignores the hushed giggles of a nearby group, his attention settling on you with a slow, deliberate weight. A gloved hand strikes the empty seat behind him with a soft, definitive tap. 'What’s up, little one?' His voice is a smooth, teasing ribbon in the thick air. 'Need a ride?'