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@mrwilliamnott

William Nott | 7th year | Slytherin

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paint the stars || Will and Des

Of all the things Desiree liked to do, there was one thing that she loved the most. Which, of course, was painting. She loved the way the brush would glide along the canvas, the way that the picture seemed to speak volumes. It was nice to get her feelings that she bottled up inside, on the canvas. Some resorted to drinking which, admittedly, Desiree had tried as there was half a bottle of firewhiskey sitting abandoned on the floor, which she hadn’t touched for quite a while.

The Astronomy tower was hardly a place to paint but where else would she go? She couldn’t paint outside because it was too cold, she couldn’t paint in a spare classroom because there was no privacy and she definitely couldn’t paint in the Slytherin common room because there was no room; and what Slytherin painted? Only a couple of people knew about her hobby, and she was determined to keep it that way.

One of those few people, happened to be Will. Desiree was hesitant at showing him her latest painting, seeing as it was.. him she had painted. Well, him, her brother and a couple of other Slytherin’s. And the painting was from memory, a couple details had been left out or forgotten. As she waited near the Astronomy tower, Desiree paced uncomfortably, hardly resting.

It was another night of reading about potions that are not often taught to them when William remembered that he had a promised meeting for the night. Immediately putting on a coat and his scarf, he headed out of his room and made his way towards the Astronomy tower. It had been quite awhile since he last spent time with Desiree and he was hell bent on making it up to her.

Upon ascending, he saw her pacing in the small space that she designated as her painting studio. He smiled at the dark-haired girl and walked towards her to give the girl a hug. "Hey love, how are you?" Looking around, he noticed the bottle of firewhiskey and the wide array of paints that the girl use for her art. It was a long-kept secret between them and he tries his best to protect this hobby of Des to himself.

#sorry it's short love #para #des

Infinitesimal || William + Clara

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Clara sighed. She knew he was right - it was a lot to take in. Still, she wanted to make a better impression than that, she didn’t want it to seem like she wasn’t coping with what was happening around her. Because she was coping with it, just slowly. Meeting new people, making friends, not making friends - it was stressful and difficult, as she had always had trouble with that, but she never let people see that she had trouble with anything. She was sure she didn’t want to make such a miserable impression on William Nott, the man who brewed moste potente potions for fun. “There’s nothing bothering me," she said finally. “And it’s imaginable, it’s actually quite easy. I think I’m flexible enough to endure such a change."

"And I’m not stuck, I’m glad that I came here - at least we had a chance to talk, and I think we’ve never really talked before.I think I’ve told you, if I wanted to go somewhere else, I would’ve done it. I’m fine here, if you’re fine with me being here. So… do you want to go somewhere or do we stay in this how cosy and warm and welcoming interior?"

He studied her in the corner of her eyes as she grew silent. Probably weighing things. William knows people well enough and can read through them but he let it pass. She knows the girl is struggling but like a true Slytherin, she won't let anyone see the weakness she possess. "Well, that's good to know. Some will definitely break under pressure and being away from their comfort zone."

With a final wave of his wand, the once boiling potion now settles to room temperature and he carefully poured it to small vials he had ready on the side. Afterwards, he looked at the girl and smiled. "Yeah, I don't think we have. I'm always a bit busy with these but you can talk to me anytime. I'm a little grouchy to some people but for you I'll make an exception." He said with a teasing tone. William cleared the table and motioned for Clara to get up. "Come...you've been in a class room long enough for one day..."

"My bad," she laughed. "I was going to suggest…" Mafalda thought for a moment. Now what was it I was going to say? This occasionally happened to her and she sat for a moment, as if frozen in time. "Enchanted Encounters by Fifi LaFolle," she continued suddenly, as if the pause hadn’t happened. "What?" she asked upon receiving a look.

"Okay, what is it about?" He asked. The girl was definitely amusing him and it was quite entertaining witnessing her quirky habits. "You space out often?"

“‘Self studying’, as in studying yourself?" She giggled after she had finished. She had to mentally admit that he was an attractive guy. "Might I make a suggestion for your reading?" She peered at him through her spectacles a bit too nerdily.

William chuckled. "I mean studying by yourself. Teaching yourself through books." He shook his head. "And here I thought you are all smart." William teased the girl. "Okay, what will you suggest?"

You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.

Okay, okay. Meet me by the Astronomy tower, okay?

I'll be the guy with the green tie.

Infinitesimal || William + Clara

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"Most students probably view them that way because they are boring and tedious to spend time on," Clara explained, smiling. “For most students, at least. But people mostly think that way about Ancient Rhunes, too, and I love them, so I understand that you can be passionate about Potions and no one gets it. And you don’t have to worry about me getting distracted. I’ve just had a really… tiring day and I need something to keep me busy. You know, same old, it wouldn’t interest you."

She coughed when a wave of opaque vapour waved over the potion. “That’s good," she said, rubbing her eyes, “my eyes are watering a lot. Is this supposed to emit such a smell? It’s really intense. Can you feel it? It smells like…" She frowned. Glancing at the potion, she noticed how it started to boil slightly and change its colour, becoming darker. “I don’t really know what this smell reminds me of. Never mind." She moved away to sit on a desk and chuckled, seeing William’s concentrated look and furrowed brows as he observed the brewing substance. “Well, if you’re nearly done, I’m afraid you won’t need any of my help, even if I can’t offer a lot of it!"

He looked at her again once he was sure the potion was the exact color and emitting the supposed stale odor it's supposed to have. "Ancient Runes huh? It's an interesting subject as well if you ask me." He smiled at her. "And please, I can listen to whatever it is that's bothering you. Everything must be a lot to take in for you. I can't imagine just living half way through school and emerging in a new culture and new people."

William finally put a lid on the brewing potion and out out the fire. Setting all his ingredients back to where its supposed to be. "At least you won't be stuck with me doing a boring potion. We can still hang out if you like. I don't have anything left to do but wait for it to cool down so I can put it on a safe container."

Revelations || William + Andy

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He seemed to be just as nervous as her and Andromeda couldn’t help but smile and squeezed his hands gently hoping to convey the fact that she wasn’t uncomfortable with him. She opened her mouth to reply but stopped, pulling her hands away from his again as their drinks arrived. “Thank you." she murmured quietly taking her mug and bringing it to her lips for a sip before turning her attention back to Will. “It was fine…the hands thing…" she clarified, reaching across the table to take his hand again. “And yeah, I think it’s a good idea to start slowly." she smiled again feeling suddenly shy about the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Maybe we can start by just getting to know each other a little better you know?" despite having known each other for pretty much most of their lives, there was much and more that Andromeda felt they didn’t know about each other. It was the small personal details that made up a person and added to relationships. That was one of the reasons Andromeda had hated the idea of marrying a complete stranger. She felt like she deserved a chance to get to know all those different parts of someone before committing to them for life. Being engaged to Will it almost felt as if she was getting that chance after all.

As she squeezed his hand before they had to let go to make room for the mugs, William can't help but be relieved. It was a sure sign that everything was okay with her. At least he can count on her to make this easier for both of them. Maybe being forced into a marriage won't be this hard afterall. He took a sip from his own cup of butter beer and was surprised when she was the one who reached out for his hand once again. "Good..." He smiled at her and gently gave her a soft squeeze like she did earlier in order to get across how much relieved and thankful he is.

"Yes, I think that's in order. Care to start on simple things? Maybe favorite things? I'm sorry if that sounded lame." He told her sheepishly. Everything was new to him. Never had he experienced courting a girl, a date always consists of small talks and a few kisses afterwards but nothing more. But now, everything's different. Dates like this one with Andromeda is like planting seeds for a better future for the both of them. And somehow it puts pressure on it, but a good one at that.

#para #andromeda

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Yes, classrooms full of potions bubbling over ever so slightly, what has Hogwarts come to?

Your sarcasm doesn't suit you, ginger. Maybe if you talk less you'd actually master brewing a decent potion.

Infinitesimal || William + Clara

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"To be honest, I wouldn’t! You do seem like you’re fun to be around and I like you, but Potions are really not my, uhm… what do you British people say? Cup of tea?" she frowned. “This is one of the stupidest idioms I’ve heard so far, if it is an actual idiom. Never mind. I’ll be glad to help you, I’ve had a really terrible day and I need to occupy my… tho-ugh-ts with something else. I’m sorry, I still have some problems with my English." Stop acting stupid, she thought to herself. She didn’t know why yet, but she wanted to make a good impression on him - and having problems with her speech certainly wouldn’t help.

She leaned over the desk, and moved the open book a bit closer to her, acting like she knew what she was doing. Pulling some loose strands of hair away from her face, she read the instructions, muttering under her breath in what she hoped was a professional, potion-making manner. “Where are you?" she asked, looking up at him. “I mean, what do you do now? And, most importantly, how can I help?"

"Right. I completely understand. Most students actually view potions as boring or even to tedious to spend time on." He smiled at her good naturedly. "And yes, it's an idiom. Excuse us English people coming up with such weirdness." He told her. "And why do you need the distraction? And your English is alright if I may say so myself." William encouraged her.

He watched her for a minute or two before drawing his attention back to the potion. The girl was gorgeous. Everyone with eyes can see that but William has to keep himself in check of course. "I'm almost done actually." He looked at his watch and saw there's only a minute or two left before the brewing of the potion is complete. "We just have to check if it will become the perfect color just like the book instructed."

You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.

Are you sure you want to see them?

Of course, love! Let me see it.

"I see," Mafalda replied. “Well, that is a bit discouraging." She looked down at her paper. “Oh, I’ve thought of something to add here at the end. Give me just a second." She flattened the parchment on the table, dipped the quill in ink and began to write her closing remarks. It only took a minute, and she was done. “There. A perfect ending." She rolled up the parchment into a scroll and placed it and her Charms text into her bag. “So, do you need help finding that book you were looking for?" she asked awkwardly.

"You'll get by. Besides, there's always self studying. That's what I do." He told her. As she reviewed ans so a revision he just nodded which he thinks she didn't even notice. This girl is really into studying and home work alright. "Oh, I'm not actually looking for a particular book. Just looking for a great read to pass the time." William said honestly.

Infinitesimal || William + Clara

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‘It wasn’t alcohol. I can recognize booze when I see it, or taste it, more like. And I didn’t steal it, okay? I borrowed it for… uhm… extra-curricular experimental purposes. It’s just that he didn’t know that I did it. And he didn’t find out.’ In Durmstrang, Clara thought, you could do whatever you wanted as long as you weren’t caught.

She watched intently as the older Slytherin worked on his Potion. She had always found Potions interesting, and she thought them more impressive than wand movements or muttered incantations; it took real skill and precision to weigh and mix ingredients and brew them into a concoction that actually worked. Clara felt she lacked both the skill and precision. Back at Durmstrang she was average when it came to the subject, but here everything was more complex and advanced. This made William Nott, the person who brewed potions in his free time (for goodness’ sake…) become even more and more impressive. “Where have you found the recipe, then, if they don’t say much about it?" she asked. “And I like listening to you rambling about potions. I don’t really have anything else to do. That’s how I feel. Bored. I could stay here with you and help you with this… uhm… Draught. If it’s okay with you."

He chuckled as she tried to reason out with his teasing. "Whatever you say, Clara. Bulgaria must have a different meaning of borrowing." He smiled at her with mirth still reflected on his face. As thy moved on from the subject, he casually gestured towards the open book. "Let's just say I have my ways." William had always tried his best to sneak inside the restricted section of the library. It's where he finds advance potions that their textbooks don't even have.

He gave her a curious gaze when she said she liked hearing him ramble. For the past years, many girls tried to catch his attention and when the mood strikes him he plays along. But now that he's engaged it made him think twice if he can still indulge in the activity of flirting with beautiful girls in the castle. "Hmm, so if you have a choice, you'd definitely not choose this right?" He peered into her eyes then chuckled after awhile. "I'm just kidding, of course you can stay. Only a few students like brewing potions during their free time though and you certainly don't look the type. No offense. But if you are really that bored then please, be my guest. It's not often that I have a lovely asisstant by my side."

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I do try my best to make sure people get that impression of me, so I’m glad it’s still working thus far. -smirks- Oh, I am. I’ve completely forgot about it. -laughs- I will never think of it again. Promise.

Well, it does work or at least some people still want to see you as the innocent, beautiful, little young Black daughter than see you in another light.

#chat #narcissa

"Well, that’s admirable," she commented. “I received Oustanding in all but one of my O.W.L.s," she boasted. “And contrary to your beliefs, sir, the fact that someone belongs to Ravenclaw does not guarantee their passing anything." She peered at him. “I was only wondering whether you made Professor Flitwick’s N.E.W.T.s class and what is currently being studied, if you did?"

William raised a brow. "You mean you didn't get to perfect each one of them? You must be devastated!" He told her teasingly. "Which subject was it?" The Slytherin asked still with that amused smile geacing his face. "As for my class with Flitwick,it's actually boring. Justbabrwview of allmthe things that already geennstudies from the previous years. Last Monday, everyone just had to perfect aguamenti in class."

"It’s an essay on the practical use of the color-changing charm in a defensive manner," she replied importantly. “It is to be a minimum of seven inches, and mine will measure exactly ten and three-quarters." She studied him for a moment wondering why in the world he would be talking to her. He was obviously a Slytherin, and a seventh year, she recalled. How could he possibly want to be seen discussing Charms with a silly Ravenclaw with her nose glued to her books? “If I may ask," she said politely, “did you make pass your Charms O.W.L.s?"

He listened as she tells him about her essay. She's the typical Ravenclaw, he thought to himself. They're always like that. Going the distance into excelling in everything, including a simple homework in Charms. "I passed it with flying colors. I didn't receive a grade lower than E, almost all of it was an O." Even though he took the exams more than a year ago and more concerned about his upcoming NEWTs, he knows he did fairly well in almost all of his subjects. "How about you? Wait, don't tell me...most of you from Ravenclaw always pass anyway."

"Well, if you must know," she said looking down to begin spell-checking, “it’s my Charms homework. It’s not actually due until next week, but I decided to get it out of the way because the current topic fascinates me." She looked up at him. “And what are you doing here?" she asked, “I noticed you don’t have any books? Did you come here to pester people who are minding their own business?"

"And what topic is it?" He asked still mildly amused at the Ravenclaw sitting across him. "As for me, I was about to get a book when you caught my attention. I'm not one to pester, miss." He told her with another one of his smug smiles.

And to me, and to you, and Roddy… Will she ever learn? Vanity is making such a mess of things. Let’s not even speak of her further. Speaking of Bella… Where is she? I haven’t seen her in a while.

I don't know, mate. Maybe you really to train her better or something. As for Bella, I don't know either. Maybe Roddy and her are in a room somewhere for all we know.

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