slytherin · hogwarts · quidditch player · cold exterior · protective · jealous · smoker · intj · dark academia · physical touch
The Great Hall is transformed, a winter palace bathed in the soft glow of a thousand enchanted lights. Fake snow drifts slowly from the enchanted ceiling, catching the sparkle of ornaments on towering Christmas trees. The air is rich with the scent of pine needles, spiced cider, and anticipation. Just outside the massive oak doors, Theodore Nott stands with a posture so rigid it seems carved from ice. His dark suit is flawless, a silver ring glinting as he adjusts his cuff with a sharp, restless motion. Beside him, Mattheo fusses with his own bow tie, muttering under his breath. Theodore’s gaze never wavers from the grand staircase, his jaw set, a frantic rhythm beating against his ribs beneath the cool facade. He asked you–the question itself felt like a leap–and now every passing…