Nerida grew up in a small house with her muggle father in the wizarding community. Her father had always been obsessed with magic ever since he married her mother; but she left a long time ago. When she received her letter, her father was practically jumping up and down with delight, so Nerida decided she would do her best. For him. So she left for Hogwarts and studied hard for him and found herself enjoying Hogwarts more than she could ever have expected. She loved the freedom Hogwarts contained. She loved the classes and the friends she made. She loved the fact she had a place in Ravenclaw and she loved that her father was proud of her. Her life was finally falling into place. Despite all of this, she was not entirely happy. She was a talented student, she went through her exams without much difficulty, but there was a spell she had never been able to conjure. A patronus. She had worked tirelessly since her fifth year at Hogwarts but had yet to produce anything more than a silvery trail of light. So, during her final year at Hogwarts, she made a decision. She decided to open herself up to more opportunity, to somehow go on a journey that would lead her to happiness. Where that journey would lead her, she has yet to find out.
"Figured me out have you? This calls for trouble in paradise. I’ll have to run and hide now. Think you could give me a ten second head start while I hide in the Alchemy section? And thank you, nice hair doesn’t mean i’m confident about everything. You gotta pair it with the blue yes, the jaw line and the rest of my six foot frame. it’s a packaged ordeal really."
“Oh, please, love. I couldn’t give less of a
shit if you thought of me as a freak or not.
It’s just a matter of coming up with an end
to the story that doesn’t involve me reliving
the entire ordeal.”
"Pretty boy? Hardly. I wake up with this luscious mane all on my own. I could very much be in love with you. I mean in that case I would be staring at you and I’d have never responded to your words. I’m a bit of a meek thing most days."
"Maybe my speaking to you gave you the confidence boost you needed to declare your love for me. Then again, I can't imagine a boy with such brilliant natural hair to be lacking in confidence."
“I’m fairly certain the engorgement charm
came into play when regarding his… other
wand. And would it make the story more
fascinating if told you that I did? Because
I might have stayed… might not have.”
"Is that your way of indirectly telling me that you stood there and watched but don't want to say that because I'd think you were a freak? Or do you just genuinely want to tell an interesting story?"
"Ah, well that makes sense I suppose. Personal preference and all that. Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not hopelessly in love. I don’t do the hopelessly bits. Sounds like a bad idea."
"i’d say it was more like my gaze passed over you, but if it helps you sleep at night, it was whatever you wanted. I mean, would it make a real difference if I was hopelessly in love with you?”
mention of bewitching his sublime golden
locks. ”Touch my hair and I’ll hex that sharp
tongue of yours into a horn.” He paused for
a second, challenging her with his visage.
“Crystal clear, Acacia.”
Another blemish on my record and I can
kiss Hogsmeade goodbye for the rest of
my academic career here.” His voice
lowered, adopting a facetiously tart tone.
“This better be worth it.”
"Let's set some rules, Titus. Firstly, you're doing me a favour. The favour is not for you to enjoy yourself, but for me to enjoy myself. Secondly, don't call me Acacia - it really freaks me out, and thirdly, tell anyone about this and I'll perform a hair removal hex so powerful you won't be seeing those curly locks until you're way into your thirties. Are we clear?"
“That’s past curfew, Ravenclaw,” a look of imitation
shock plastered itself on his face, contorting his visage.
“Are you suggesting that I, a student slated to pass his
N.E.W.T.s with flying colours, break Hogwarts’ sacred
code of conduct? I am appalled that you would ask me
to do such a thing.”
Not being able to help herself, she grinned at his remark. "Here's me thinking you'd be able to pass your N.E.W.T.s with your eyes closed-- No amount of rule bending should squander your chances. Besides, I've been up there loads of times; a couple of concealment charms and nobody will ever be able to find you."
his countenance; his mind working on overdrive
to produce something intelligible. A full moon?
“I’ll…” He spoke at last. “I’ll be in your midst come
the next full moon, Acacia.” Pausing for a second,
he pursed his lips as his eyes narrowed. “You’re
not going to — I don’t know… — sprout canines,
a fur coat, and… grow a foot or two, are you?”
"For once the great Titus Edevane is rendered speechless. I'm honoured to have been a part of it."She bowed her head to him, almost mockingly. "But no, I'm not gonna turn into some giant werewolf and eat your face off. Just meet me at the top of the astronomy tower at 9pm. I'll bring the firewhiskey as a token of my gratitude."
various recourses the girl could pull over
his head. Deciding to throw caution to the
wind however, he took a swig of firewhiskey;
the burn that lingered in his throat over-
powering any apprehensions he might
have harboured. “Fuck it. What do you
have in mind?”
Reveling in his suddenly tense state, she took a long swig of her flask, looking him up and down as she did so, dragging out the silence for as long as she deemed necessary. "It's nothing too troublesome. I just need you to stay with me, the next full moon." A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. "For a night of untold possibilities, of course. Hell, if I enjoy your company enough, I might even consider inviting you again sometime."
up on such information.” Stressing the name of
his current associate’s house with an artificial
air about his words, he gave a mild simper. “Guess
I’ve been doing it wrong for quite some time. Why
bother smuggling it in when you can have another
do it for you, right?” A chuckle then bellowed from
deep within his being, refuting the girl’s words.
“My offer expires within twenty-four hours. Act
fast.”
"So allowing you to agree to something in the future within this 24 hour period is perfectly acceptable, Slytherin?" She made sure to enunciate his house with just as much pretentiousness as her partner had. "Because if so, I have a proposition I imagine you'd rather enjoy."
because condescending was actually what
I was going for.” Receiving the bottle from
the girl, he gripped the neck of the vessel
as he tipped his head back and luxuriated
in the firewater. Taking a moment to wash
the liquor in his mouth down, he continued,
“Although, I suppose I should be displaying
some semblance of gratitude toward you —
I know it’s a bit of a struggle to sneak this
stuff in. I owe you one, Ms Acacia.”
"It's not really a struggle, Edevane. The teachers get their firewhiskey the same place we get our pumpkin juice, you just gotta know what to say to our dear old house elves." Raising an eyebrow, she took the time out to sip from the flask before continuing their conversation. "But the next time I'm in need of a favour, I'll be sure to remember that you owe me one."
"Don't call me Ravenclaw, it sounds pretentious as hell coming from your lips, pretty boy." She summoned a flask and poured some of the bottles contents into it for herself, before passing the bottle over to Titus.