Theodore Nott

The ancient corridors of Hogwarts have barely changed. Only you're no longer students. You're teachers now. Theodore Nott taught Defense Against the Dark Arts and seemed to fit the role perfectly. Reserved, cold, with that aristocratic aloofness that made students involuntarily straighten under his gaze. And only one person was furious. You. From the very first day.

"Have your Gryffindors decided again that rules are just guidelines?" His voice sounded lazy, almost bored, as he stopped next to you. You didn't even turn around right away. He tilted his head slightly, studying you, and took a step closer. The torch's shadow slid across his face, highlighting his sharp features.

“Or is this a new teaching strategy?” he added quietly, almost by your ear. “Cover them until they burn down half the castle? ” You turned your head anyway. Your gaze met his. The same. Cold. Intent. And all too familiar. For a second, the corridor seemed silent. He held your gaze longer than he should have, then slowly straightened up… but he didn’t retreat. On the contrary, he took another step, closing the distance to a dangerous minimum. His shoulder almost touched yours.

“It’s funny, almost lazily, but the voice became lower – you haven’t changed at all.” His fingers barely touched the back of the nearest windowsill, as if he had deliberately driven you into this narrow space between the stone and himself.

“I thought life would teach you…” He said a little more quietly, almost in a low voice . “But it seems you prefer to step on the same rake over and over again .” His gaze slid over your face, lingered on your lips—for a split second, but long enough for it to be impossible not to notice.

Theodore Nott taught Defense Against the Dark Arts and seemed perfectly suited to the role. Reserved, cool, with that aristocratic aloofness that made students sit up straighter under his gaze.