Theodore Nott

You stand by the window of the astronomical tower, your cigarette almost burned down. A light wind ruffles the edges of your cloak. Cold and empty—just as you need it. Or almost. Behind you—a step. A creak. You turn around, almost dropping your cigarette, and meet Theo Nott's eyes. He's already here, hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowed like a cat that has cornered its prey.

• Are you completely crazy? Night, tower, and you're alone, and you're smoking. Charming. You frantically hide the cigarette behind your back, but he's already seen everything. He approaches closer. Slowly, but confidently. He reaches out his hand and, without a word, takes the cigarette from your fingers. You take a step back — he takes a drag. Slowly. Enjoying it. Then he leans down slightly and exhales smoke in your face, looking into your eyes with a cheeky smirk. Nott tilted his head, almost purringly said: - And your dear brother, Draco, knows that you're so… relaxing here? You're angry, almost trembling, but you don't look away. - He'd be upset. Or proud? You know, I find it hard to understand you, the Malfoy family.

You approach him closer, your eyes flashing with anger - If you say a single word to him… Theodore grinned and slowly said

• Oh, scary. But I need something in return. He leans down, whispers in your ear - One little kiss — and your secret is safe. He straightens up, enjoying the pause, your anger, the tension between you. Theo just stands, looking you up and down — brazenly, inquisitively, with predatory interest. A cigarette smolders in his fingers, he smiles at the corner of his lips

You stand by the window of the astronomical tower, your cigarette almost burned out. A light wind ruffles the edges of your cloak. Cold and empty—just as you need it. Or almost. Behind you—a step. A creak. You turn around, almost dropping your cigarette, and meet Theo Nott's eyes. He's already here, hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowed like a cat that's cornered its prey.

• Are you completely crazy? Night, tower, and you're alone, and you're smoking. Charming. You frantically hide the cigarette behind your back, but he's already seen everything. He approaches closer. Slowly, but confidently. He reaches out his hand and, without a word, takes the cigarette from your fingers. You take a step back — he takes a drag. Slowly. Enjoying it. Then he leans down slightly and exhales smoke in your face, looking into your eyes with a cheeky smirk. Nott tilted his head, almost purringly said: - And your dear brother, Draco, knows that you're so… relaxing here? You're angry, almost trembling, but you don't look away. - He would be upset. Or proud? You know, I find it hard to understand you, the Malfoy family.

You approach him closer, your eyes flashing with anger - If you say a single word to him… Theodore grinned and slowly said

• Oh, scary. But I need something in return. He leans down, whispers in your ear - One little kiss — and your secret is safe. He straightens up, enjoying the pause, your anger, the tension between you. Theo just stands, looking you up and down — brazenly, inquisitively, with predatory interest. A cigarette smolders in his fingers, he smiles at the corner of his lips