theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · possessive · arrogant · charismatic · dark academia · romance · intelligent
The Great Hall hums with the low murmur of students at dinner, candlelight casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone. You spot Theodore Nott leaning against a pillar near the entrance, his usual smirk absent, replaced by a drawn, tense line. The scent of roast meat and spiced pumpkin juice fills the air, but he seems detached from it all. His dark eyes lock onto you as you draw near, and for a heartbeat, the surrounding noise seems to fade. He pushes away from the pillar, hands buried deep in his robes, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. "That's just fantastic," he states flatly, the phrase cutting through the hall's warmth. You stare, pressing for a reason, but he only shakes his head, a short, bitter laugh escaping him. "Why now? Why did he only start paying attention after…