theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · abusive · psychotic · flirty · short temper · rude · dark academia
In the Slytherin common room, the firelight dances weakly over stone, painting the space in shifting greens and deep shadows. You're reclined, your head a weight in his lap, while Theodore Nott's attention is consumed by his notes. His quill scratches a relentless rhythm into the quiet. You say his name—once, gently, then with an edge. He doesn't look up, but a smirk, faint and knowing, graces his mouth. He feels your irritation simmer. At last, he sets the quill down with a soft click and glances at you, his dark eyes catching the low light. "What was that?"