Margot had returned from her time away at her most recent job to find Nate scolding some kids in the hall way and smiled when they scurried away “You’re getting mean in your old age” she joked and waved at him “Who knew? Nate Rosier following the rules”
“Margo!” Nathaniel grinned at the sigh of the blonde and reached his arms out for a hug. “May i hug and kiss your cheek or are your dumb siblings are going to chase me with pitchforks?”
“Oh fuck” was the first thing that was uttered from her mouth at the sound of a certain voice calling out her name. She thought, or more like hoped, that he wasn’t around the school. “Please don’t. I prefer the peace” she replied, rolling her eyes at his obvious drunken state. “Don’t sing the so- and you’re singing the song.” she sighed “You’re drunk and you need to go”
Nate absolutely ignored that Ivy hated his singing and he moved on quickly to another song.
I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see, baby, this is perfection?
“Come on, Ivy! Why are you like this? Dance with me!” he pouted.
“Who… who are you talking to? You do realize we’re in two different houses? Are you on something Rosier?”
Nathaniel turned around to reveal the first-year he’d been talking to and who now scurried away when he wasn’t watching. “Not everything is about you, Weasley.”
“I would hate to be a Slytherin,” James hummed when the person Nate was talking to slumped their shoulders and walked away. He raised an eyebrow at the Head Boy, “Gryffindor could take the cup this year thanks to your mate.”
“Potter,” Nathaniel could not hide his annoyance at the Gryffindor boy and he rolled his eyes. “Sooner the hell will freeze over than the Gryffindor is ever going to win against Slytherin,” he spoke with a shrug.
“Well first of all, it was 10. Not 20. Second of all, I earned them back and double. Lastly, you’re just barely finding out about this?” Roxanne rolled her eyes in response, “You’re way behind on this so called lecture.”
“Fine, 10 but it barely makes any difference,” Nate only rolled his eyes and looked at the girl. “But at least you’ve worked hard on getting them back, ulike some of our housemates,” he sighed. “Well excuse me for being too busy to even try to catch up what you or anyone else in this goddamn castle is doing.”
Ariellé was walking back to her dorm with a basket of treats after spending the day baking. She heard the boy tell off some students that belonged to his house which she recognised thanks to the uniform. When the reprimanded students left Ariellé wandered over and softly tugged on the sleeve of his robes and held out her basket offering him some cookies and cake
Nathaniel thought that it was just yet another first-year wanting to get his attention. But when he turned out, he saw a Beauxbatons student holding up a basket of cookies. “Oh!” a smile appeared on his face as he took one. “Merci,” he spoke. “Did you bake them yourself?”
“Hey, now, your House can earn it back!” Mercer cut in with an optimistic smile. “Besides, I’ve made something way more important than House points.” It probably wasn’t, but if it could get Nate to calm down and relax then everyone wins.
“Mercie!” A smile immediately appeared on Nate’s face because as much as he wanted to be grumpy right now, the other just radiated happiness and optimism that Nate just couldn’t help it. “Where is it then?” he asked with a chuckle.
“So what you are trying to say is that your stupidity cost our House 20 points?” The Head Boy crossed his arms over his chest as he stared the person he was talking to down. “Great, absolutely bloody amazing,” he said, rolling his eyes.
hello, it’s me again, having no chill and this is my extra child, love us pls
— ✧HERMAN TOMMERAAS? No that’s actually NATHANIEL ROSIER. The 18 year old SLYTHERIN is currently in his SEVENTH YEAR. I’ve heard that the PUREBLOOD can be OVERDRAMATIC and PETTY, but also CARING and LOYAL. If they had a theme song it’d be Kiwi- Harry Styles.
Full name: Felix Nathaniel Thaddeus Rosier Jr
&. NOBODY gets to call him Felix, he goes strictly by Nathaniel. Some of his friends may call him Nate.
&. He’s a son of Felix Rosier (my daddy), a famous dragonologist and ex-Death Eater
&. As some of you already know, Felix was obsessed with being a prefect and house points and all that jazz and he pressured Nathaniel into becoming a prefect and later the Head Boy, like really pressured, he just wants his son to achieve greatness
&. When Nate wasn’t chosen as the champion, oh boy was he angry about that
&. They don’t have a good and close bond but there is respect between them two
&. He’s more close with his mother who spoils the heck out of him
&. Quidditch is love, Quidditch is life – he’s a Beater for the Slytherin team and also the team captain
&. Super proud of his house, will fight you if you talk shit
&. Will also fight you if you hurt his friends
&. Rumour has it, he threw a Crucio at a guy who tortured a cat
&. very, very talented wizard, got Outstanding in almost all of his O.W.L.s (nerd)
&. spoiled af tbh
&. he has a white, floofy cat named Noodles and a big St Bernard named Ferdinand (such a good boi)
&. a hoe tbh
&. probs wants to be a dragonologist like his father, dragons are friends not jackets
“Ivy!” Nate grinned the moment he spotted her and quickly ran up to her. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he slurred, obviously drunk and handed her the empty bottle of Firewhiskey that was in his hand. “I’ve got a song for you!” he explained and started singing.
It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in wherever the fuck you are now
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had