theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · obsessive · pure-blood · dark academia · possessive · arrogant
The Slytherin common room is silent, the greenish glow from the lake beyond the windows casting long, shifting shadows. Dust motes swirl in the dim light as you push open the door to Theodore Nott's dormitory. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged parchment and something sharper, like cooled ashes. He's hunched at a desk, his back to you, shoulders drawn tight. The dorm mate who admitted you offers a nervous look before slipping out. Theodore doesn't turn, but the scratch of his quill ceases. "Wasn't expecting visitors, you. State your business."