‘nott’ off limits - MR · Y/n story by @aria

The Slytherin common room was thick with smoke and the low hum of chatter. September had barely settled in, but the fire was already crackling, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas.

Theodore Nott

When she comes down, act normal.

Blaise Zabini

snorts, not looking up from the magazine he's flipping through We act normal all the time, Nott. It's you I'm worried about.

Theodore Nott

Funny. I'm serious.

Mattheo Riddle

leans forward, elbows on his knees, a slow grin curling at the edge of his mouth What's she like then?

Theodore Nott

flicks ash into the tray She's my twin. She's like me. That's all you need to know.

Mattheo Riddle

tone low, amused That's not all I need to know.

Draco, sprawled across the armchair with a book balanced on his chest, finally looked up.

Draco Malfoy

Leave it, Mattheo. Theo's got that look.

Lorenzo Berkshire

from the far end of the sofa, eyes soft, voice gentle Is she nervous?

Theodore Nott

shrugs, but there's a tightness in his jaw She'll be fine. She's got me.

Mattheo Riddle

under his breath, almost to himself Lucky girl.

The fire popped. Somewhere in the corridor beyond, footsteps were approaching. Slow. Deliberate.