theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · emotionally guarded · italian heritage · skilled duelist · complex personality · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room was quiet, the only sound the low, constant press of the lake against the enchanted windows, painting the stone walls in shifting shades of deep green. The fireplace held only glowing embers, their light casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. You were moving toward the staircase, hoping to pass unseen, when footsteps echoed from the arched entrance. Theo Nott appeared first, shadowed by Mattheo, Draco, and Lorenzo—a line of dark robes and watchful eyes. You stiffened, expecting a sharp comment. But as Theo’s gaze found your face, his customary smirk vanished. His eyes tracked the dried blood beneath your nose, the purple bruise darkening around your eye, and something in his carefully composed expression shattered. He turned to his friends, his voice…