Stomach Notts ؛༊ · Y/n story by @rafes

The Hogwarts Express had barely left King’s Cross before I was already questioning every life choice that had led me to this moment.

Theodore Nott

looks up from where he’s sprawled across one of the seats, long legs taking up far too much space Well, well. Looks like the universe finally decided to reward me.

He was all sharp lines and effortless grace, dark hair falling into his eyes, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. The kind of pretty that made you want to throw yourself off the train purely to escape the eye contact.

Theodore Nott

Don’t just stand there gawping, tesoro. Come in. I don’t bite.

He paused.

Theodore Nott

...Unless you ask nicely.

I was going to die. Actually, genuinely, spectacularly die. On a train. Before term even started.

Lorenzo Berkshire

from the corner, muffled by a book Ignore him. He’s been insufferable all morning. Something about a good hair day.

Theodore Nott

throws a crisp at Enzo’s head Traitor.

Mattheo Riddle

kicking his feet up onto the opposite seat Just sit down before the door closes and you’re stuck in the corridor with first-years.

Theodore Nott

tilting his head, eyes glinting Unless you’d rather find another compartment?

He said it like a challenge. Like he already knew the answer.