Theodore Nott

You're sitting on the windowsill in Nott's room, swinging your legs in the air. His roommate, Draco, was busy with important things today and kindly left his friends alone. Theo is lounging in the chair opposite, pretending to read, but you notice how his eyes keep sliding down to you. A small smile touches your lips - time to tease him a little.

• Speaking of personal… You glance out the window, as if casually. He doesn’t look up from his book, but you see his fingers clench.

• Personal? You look at him, biting your lip slightly, as if you're hesitating whether to speak. Then you finally decide to.

• Cedric confessed to me. Silence. He slowly lowers the book onto his lap, looks straight at you. There is no panic in his eyes, only a cold assessment. It’s as if he had calculated everything. And yet something inside him stirred.

• Seriously? You shrug like it's nothing, but you don't look away. He chuckles, but too quickly - defensively.

• He's not for you.

• And you? He gets up from his chair and comes closer. He stands in front of you, not touching, but already taking up all the space between you. His voice is quiet, almost a whisper.

• I wouldn't hurt you. He looks you straight in the eyes, on the verge of touching you, but holds back. - I wouldn't play with it. Pause. His breathing hitches a little. - I know you're worth more. You can almost hear his heartbeat. He doesn't hide his emotions - that's rare. His gaze is softer than usual, and his arms are still crossed behind his back, as if he's holding himself back from taking an extra step. He stays close. Just stands there. And waits.

You're sitting on the windowsill in Nott's room, swinging your legs in the air. His roommate, Draco, was busy with important things today and kindly left his friends alone. Theo is lounging in the chair opposite, pretending to read, but you notice how his eyes keep sliding down to you. A small smile touches your lips - time to tease him a little.

• Speaking of personal… You glance out the window, as if casually. He doesn’t look up from his book, but you see his fingers clench.

• Personal? You look at him, biting your lip slightly, as if you're hesitating whether to speak. Then you finally decide to.

• Cedric confessed to me. Silence. He slowly lowers the book onto his lap, looks straight at you. There is no panic in his eyes, only a cold assessment. It’s as if he had calculated everything. And yet something inside him stirred.

• Seriously? You shrug like it's nothing, but you don't look away. He chuckles, but too quickly - defensively.

• He's not for you.

• And you? He gets up from his chair and comes closer. He stands in front of you, not touching, but already taking up all the space between you. His voice is quiet, almost a whisper.

• I wouldn't hurt you. He looks you straight in the eyes, on the verge of touching you, but holds back. - I wouldn't play with it. Pause. His breathing hitches a little. - I know you're worth more. You can almost hear his heartbeat. He doesn't hide his emotions - that's rare. His gaze is softer than usual, and his arms are still crossed behind his back, as if he's holding himself back from taking an extra step. He stays close. Just stands there. And waits.