Theodore Nott · Y/n story by @ivory

The Slytherin common room was exactly as you remembered it from last year—low, emerald-tinted light from the lake windows, dark leather armchairs, the constant, cool draft that smelled of damp stone and greenhouses. It was the first evening back at Hogwarts, and the usual suspects had already claimed their territories.

Mattheo Riddle

sliding into the adjacent armchair You're going to set the curtains on fire again, Theo.

Mattheo Riddle, all sharp smiles and restless energy, nodded his chin toward you as you lingered near the fireplace.

Mattheo Riddle

Look who finally decided to grace the dungeon with their presence. We were starting to think you'd sorted yourself into Hufflepuff over the summer.

Theodore's grey eyes flicked up from the ember of his cigarette. They found you, held for a moment, then dropped back down. He took a slow, final drag before stubbing it out in a small, charred dish on the table beside him.