theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · aloof · intelligent · dark academia · romance · mysterious · library setting
The library is dim, dust motes dancing in the last sliver of sunset through the stained glass. Rows of ancient tomes press in, smelling of parchment and secrets. Theodore Nott leans against a shelf, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you fumble with your book stack. His emerald tie is loosened, and his eyes glint with amusement. "Didn't expect to find you here, you," he drawls, stepping closer, his voice low and smooth. "But I suppose we're stuck together now. Lucky me." He tilts his head, waiting for your reaction.