The Hogwarts Express had barely pulled away from King's Cross when the compartment door slid open with a sharp click.
A boy stood there, his face half-shadowed by the dim corridor light. He was tall, with dark hair and sharp, angular features that seemed carved from marble and disdain.
Theodore Nott
This compartment's taken.
His eyes swept over Y/n, lingering a moment too long鈥攁ssessing, dismissing.
Theodore Nott
Unless you're lost.
Behind him, a silver-haired boy snorted, peering over Theodore's shoulder with a lazy smirk.
Malfoy
mutteringNott, don't be rude. She might be someone.
Theodore didn't move. His gaze remained fixed, unreadable, one hand resting on the doorframe as if he owned the corridor itself.
