Post by Theodore Ambrosius Nott on Jun 6, 2009 8:07:49 GMT -5
[THEODORE AMBROSIUS NOTT]
PLAYED BY: MAGGIE[/center]
All around me[/font][/color]
are familiar faces...
FULL NAME: THEODORE AMBROSIUS NOTT
"You want my name? Really? Oh, well then, it's Theodore Ambrosius Nott. I rather like my name, I think it has a nice ring to it. Don't you agree? My first name comes from the Greek name, Theodoros. The actual meaning of the name is "gift of god," I suppose most children are considered a gift of god to their parents, but I was dubbed my first name because it was my grandfather's. My middle name, Ambrosius, is greek, and contains the meaning of "immortal." I imagine mum and dad just enjoyed the sound of the name, otherwise, I haven't the faintest notion of how they came up with it. And, as for Nott, if you haven't heard of the name, you're probably a muggle. No offense, but you probably are."
CANON OR ORIGINAL: CANON
DATE OF BIRTH: DECEMBER SEVENTH 1980
AGE: FIFTEEN
YEAR: FIFTH
HOUSE: SLYTHERIN
SOCIAL CLASS REQUEST: ROYALTY
WAND TYPE: THIRTEEN INCHES, YEW, DRAGON HEARTSTRING CORE
“I’ve always found it rather good at casting hexes and other such spells. It’s quite durable, dependable and everything a wand should be. My father bought this wand for me the month before my first year started at Hogwarts. Ollivander went on about what a good wand it was for awhile, he said some interesting facts about wands with dragon heartstring in them, but I wasn't really listening. To excited about getting a wand, and all.”
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worn out faces...[/font][/color]
LIKES:
READING
NEWSPAPERS
SHIPS
POWER
SILENCE
SOLITUDE
FRESH BREAD
HISTORY
WOMEN
DAPHNE GREENGRASS
DUELING
MAGIC
ORANGES
RUNNING
CONTROL
WIT
FORIGN LANGUAGES
WINTER
CLARITY
STRIPES
HIS JOB
STRATEGY
STUDYING
COMFY CHAIRS
WIZARDS CHESS
DISLIKES:
LOUD NOISES
APPLES
STUPIDITY
JUDGEMENT
JUMPING INTO THINGS
MESSES
UNIFORMS
ITCHY CLOTHING
FAIRY TALE ENDINGS
LOSING
PUBLIC AWKWARDNESS
EMBARRASSMENT
CROWDED ROOMS
PARTIES
POLKA DOTS
DANCING IN PUBLIC
KNIVES
THE COLOR YELLOW
MUGGLES
INDOLENCE
INDOORS
HOT WEATHER
HUMIDITY
PLAYING QUIDDITCH
DEATH
INK STAINS
STRENGTHS:
DIPLOMATIC
CLEVER
IDUSTRIOUS
DECISIVE
FAIR
PATIENT
PRACTICAL
REALIST
GOOD LISTENER
CHARISMATIC
SELF-RELIANT
CONTROLLED
WEAKNESSES:
PESSIMIST
CONTROLLING
SHY/RESERVED
PERFECTIONIST
SURPRISING DISREGARD FOR RULES
SARCASTIC
SELF-CONCIOUS
BLUNT
STUBBORN AS A MULE
PATRONUS: HAWK
“Are you ready Theodore?”
“Yes, sir.”
Theodore looked up at his father expectantly, as his father nodded and pushed his way into the crowded small store in Diagon Alley. The sign hanging outside read, “Ollivander’s Wand Shoppe.” Yes, today, Theodore was receiving his wand. What seems like an insignificant moment in someone else’s life could directly impact another. Theodore’s father could care less about buying his son a wand. He could have cared less about going with him. When the entered the shop Ollivander was sitting behind his counter twirling a wand between his fingers and weighing others. Theodore’s eyes widened as he watched with his mouth respectably shut. In Theodore’s eyes the dusty little shop was beautiful. He could barely move. The excitement that had been building in his chest was about to erupt. Snapping Theodore out of his little trance, his father cleared his throat obnoxiously. “Well, go on.” He stated impatiently at his son. Theodore turned and nodded, approaching the counter. The eleven year old boy had not had a growth spurt yet, so his nose barely passed over the tall counter. Ollivander was one of the nicest men Theodore had ever met. He chuckled and leaned over the edge inquiring if this was Theodore’s first time buying a wand. Theodore nodded his head vigorously. “Alright then,” The old man whispered, “Let’s see what we can find for you.” Theodore peered over the counter and watched as the man disappeared into the mass of bookshelves filled with wands. Ollivander came back with three boxes. “Here, let’s try these first.”
He removed the first wand from it’s wooden hovel and handed it over to Theodore. Theodore took the wand with his small hands and just held it. A few sparks flew from the end of it, but nothing big happened. Theodore lifted it closer to his face to have a closer look at the object in his hand, but before he knew it, the wand was whisked out of his hand and replaced with another. It must have been clear on his face that he felt discouraged because Ollivander comforted him, “Don’t be discouraged on the first go. After all, the wand chooses the wizard.” He sighed and handed Theodore his next choice in wand. “Now this one is twelve inches in length, a strong oak wood, made with a phoenix feather core. Here, try it.” Theodore waved this one around, but as nothing happened in the first few seconds it was quickly replaced with another one. This process continued for another eight tries. Theodore was slowly feeling discouraged, but he liked Ollivander. He was beginning to lose hope that he would ever be able to find a wand. Perhaps, he just wasn’t cut out to be a wizard, and there was no wand for Theodore. Ollivander chuckled as he handed Theodore his ninth wand, “Here you are, boy, ninth’s the charm. This one is thirteen inches, yew, dragon heartstring core. It should be good for spell casting.” Taking the wand in his hand, Theodore immediately felt warm. A sudden rush of colors burst from the end of the wand. Theodore’s face lightened exponentially as he smiled at all the pretty colors. He knew this was the wand even before Ollivander spoke the words. Leaning in close to Theodore, Ollivander whispered, “That’s a very good wand, young Nott, dragon heartstring is a very good core for spells, especially hexes. This wand will take you far. How far can you take it?” Theodore was too happy with this priceless instrument to really be paying attention to what Ollivander was saying. His father paid and the left. But the happy feeling that the wand gave him the moment he felt it beneath his fingers is the memory he recalls when he produces a patronus.
PERSONALITY: CLEVER AND INTELLIGENT; Probably the most endearing trait possessed by Mr. Nott is his unaccountable cleverness. True, many Slytherins are said to uphold this miraculous trait, but Theodore separates himself from the rest. Throughout Hogwarts, Theodore notably distinguished himself as witty and intelligent. He thought things through before he acted. Whether it was from dealing with one of his few friends or working his way through a potion, Theodore recognized everything had a cause and effect. He liked to use that to his advantage. By receiving high marks and always executing polite behavior, teachers favored Theodore and allowed him easy access to the Restricted Section of the library. Hermione Granger wasn’t the only student at Hogwarts who knew how to read a book. Theodore spent many school days and weeks in the library, either reading or studying. The more time he spent in the library the more knowledge he obtained. This knowledge was vast and included quidditch teams, mystical creatures, dark wizardry, curses, hexes, spells, although he didn’t know everything, he knew more than the average student. Theodore developed a way with words. Although he was the quiet kid who sat in the back of the classroom most of the time, Theodore always thought through what he wanted to say. He hates rash judgment and action. In school, Theodore preferred to watch his fellow students rather than join them. His observations led him to various conclusions about human behavior. Overall, Theodore gained knowledge in reading peoples’ emotions through facial expressions or the way they acted. One of Theodore’s favorite games is wizard’s chess. He loves the strategy involved. He’s also gifted at working his way through puzzles and riddles. The more he can think about something the better. Theodore Nott hates being surprised, so it’s a hard thing to do. It’s highly recommended to never throw him a surprise birthday party. Ironically, to Mr. Nott’s disappointment, there has always been one puzzle he has never been able to solve. Women.
RESERVED; Nott was always the quiet kid who sat in the back of the room. He never had a nickname at school, just the title as the “Clever Loner.” Theodore is a very private person and keeps most, if not all, personal matters to himself. He’s a very good person to trust with a secret. When Theo was young his parents, mostly his father, stressed the importance of control. Theodore had to be perfect when people who knew him saw him. Theodore represented the future for the Nott family name, and his father was not going to risk embarrassment. So, Theo had to be perfection in a small package. Everything that could be emphasized with the child was. Theodore was taught everything from proper posture, etiquette, being polite, basic skills, etc. Most importantly, he was taught never to speak out of hand. If Theodore ever interrupted his father he was quickly punished. Not by beating or anything that drastic, Theodore would be sent to his room to spend some time isolated from everything else that was going on. Ironically, the idea of isolation grew on Theodore. At Hogwarts, he hated parties. If the common room was a buzz because they just won a quidditch match, Theodore could be found in the library, in his dorm room, or in one of the secret passageways. So, Theodore named himself a loner. Of course, this didn’t mean he didn’t have any friends. Theodore likes to keep a tight circle of friends that he knows that he can trust, but still Theodore likes to keep his distance. When he lost his mother he lost the positive influence on his life that encouraged him to socialize. His mother encouraged what his father discouraged. She encouraged creativity and imagination in her son, while his father presented a realist view. Theodore’s mother wanted him to be social and outgoing, but when she died, Theodore decided he didn’t want to lose anyone again. No, he didn’t come out and say, I’m going to stay away from people, but he does fear loss. Hence the reason his boggart is a tombstone.
PRACTICAL; Imagination is for squares as far as Theodore is concerned. He was never very imaginative as a child. His idea of playing was reading a book. Running around like a maniac and imagining you were a pirate was something he never even dreamed of doing. Theodore is very realistic. He relies on the talents he has and thinks of what he gains for himself with those talents. He doesn’t dream about over the top achievements. Theodore realizes he is on planet earth, gravity holds him down, and nothings going to change that. He’s a planner. He thinks ahead. Maybe that’s why he’s so good at chess. Theodore can make you feel like he’s two or three steps ahead of you and he probably is. He likes to plan out his day the morning of or the night before so he can properly manage his time. As mentioned before, he hates surprises. Spontaneity was one of those notions he never caught onto.
AMBITIOUS; Although, Theodore hates to admit it, the hat thought about putting him in Hufflepuff. No one knows this little embarrassing fact about him. Really? Who would he want to tell? His father would have skinned him alive. Hufflepuff? Our clever little pureblood a Hufflepuff? Well, he has some of those striking qualities. Theodore is a hard worker. As he doesn’t spend a lot of time socializing, so he likes to dedicate himself to his work. This doesn’t mean he’s a “work-a-holic,” but Theodore likes to get things done. He firmly believes to work your ass off during the weekdays then party hard during the weekend. Of course, his idea of “partying hard” is reading a book or going out for a drink. (Although lately, he’s been spending quite a bit of time with a Miss Daphne Greengrass on that time off). Anyway, overall, Theodore’s a pretty good little worker bee. His intelligence certainly aids him along the way. Theodore wants to get ahead in life. He doesn’t like staying at one place for a certain amount of time. He adores his line of work because everything about it is always changing, so he never needs to worry about becoming bored.
CHARISMATIC; Theodore Nott is not outgoing. Nor is he very social. But what he is, is a good listener, a good speaker and polite. Despite everything running against him, Theodore Nott is actually charming. Let’s put it this way, he’s definitely not a virgin. Like every other man, Theodore has needs and he knows how to keep them satisfied. Something about being tall, dark, and mysterious just turns women on. No, they don’t flock to his bedroom, by no means is Theodore that interested, it’s more if a woman catches his fancy. One of Theodore’s finer qualities is his politeness. Whoever said chivalry was dead has not met Theodore Nott. Maybe it would be correct to even call him old school. He’ll open the door for a woman if he’s standing nearby it. He says please and thank you without a second thought. As mentioned earlier, Theodore has a way with words. He can bend them and manipulate them to make them sound sweeter than sugar. His word choice is generally spot on. Theodore can make someone feel extremely special or extremely stupid. It’s a gift and a curse. Really, he seems almost perfect. Almost. There’s this little ego issue. Let’s face it, every guy has one. Theo has his pride. He likes to be on top. He’s really picky when it comes to the type of woman he wants to charm. Although he’d probably make a good boyfriend, he’s not the easiest person to approach on the subject. He’s a bit foreboding, and if he doesn’t like you, you’ll know it when he looks at you. When it comes to the opposite sex, Theodore likes a woman who has intelligence and can keep him interested in whatever they’re talking about. Let’s face it, Theodore doesn’t really talk, so if he finds you interesting enough to talk to please keep him interested or he will walk away. He also likes people who are confident in themselves and are not afraid to make mistakes. After all, opposites attract. Despite Theodore’s obvious dislike of extreme socializing, once someone gets him talking, he’s very charming.
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HAIR/EYES: BROWN/BLUE GREY
"I took after my father with my hair style and color. My mother's hair was a very dark brown, almost black, while my father retained very light brown hair. My hair is much closer in color to his. My hair doesn't really have a "style" per se. My mother had pin-drop straight hair, while my father's hair is wavy. I fall somewhere in the middle. My hair never get's particularly long, so whatever style is really is, I don't have to bother to worry about it. Unlike my hair, which I clearly inherited from my father, my eyes are my mother's. They are a bluish grey. It's strange how bright and vibrant my eyes are. Maybe not strange, but just different. I'm a rather quiet and reserved individual, but my eyes say otherwise. This sounds stupid and a little odd, but my eyes are my favorite facial feature because they are all I have left of my mother."
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: SIX FOOT/ 156 LBS
"I'm that tall, skinny, lanky kid who sits in the back of the class room. Sadly, I'm still growing. I think for my mother's curiosity when I was little she tried to predict my height. It's six feet four. I hope I stop right before that though. That just seems too tall. I took an awful lot after my father, except for the fact that my father has these crazy pecs that I believed I would never obtain. And I didn't. Although, in my beginning of my fifth year I began to fill out a bit. Actual muscles formed, when I flexed my arm, an actual muscle bulged out. I'm still tall and skinny, but at least now there are some muscles under there. I've always been ivory toned. My skin is pale and, during the winter, it almost appears ghostly white. In the summer, ironically, I spend a lot of time outdoors. I still stay pale, but it's not the pale I have during the cold months. Posture was very important to my father and my mother. My mother was the one who drilled perfect posture onto me. Never the less, my father took over when she died and ensure perfection in the way I carried myself. I had to do him proud where ever I went. He refused to hear me as an embarrassment."
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
"My style really depends on the day. Okay, so it doesn't really depend on the day, but I like to look professional. I wear clean-cut and high quality clothing. You will never find a rip or tear in any of my shirts, jeans or other material item. Some guys have shoe fettishes, others have obessions with hats, I like watches. I always wear a watch, so I'm aware of the time. Even on a day when I don't have anything going on, I still look decently put together. I find it embarrassing if people feel the unnecessary urgency to burst into my home unanncounced when I'm wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. Every once in a while, I'll really dress down to a pair of sweats and a tee shirt, but it's about as common as finding trolls hiding in alleys in muggle London.
"I've always been really tall and skinny. Have a problem with it? Deal. I've had to deal with people looking up at me and commenting for the past five years. It's a pet peeve of mine to find people just glaring at me and wondering how tall I am. Can't it just statisfy them to know I'm tall. I already descibed my hair and eyes to you, as well as my build. In appearences I really just take after my father with some hints of my mother. When we had guests over when I was younger, like the Malfoys, Goyles, Crabbes, Parkinsons, etc, the parents would always comment on how similar I looked to my father. I loathed them for it. I had always hated my father and the idea that I could possibly resemble him, no matter how true it was, just killed me." [/font]
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PARENTS/GUARDIANS: Declia and Isidore Nott
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES: none
CHARACTER HISTORY:There was nothing special about the reunion between Delicia and Isidore. They were both from pureblooded families who expected them to reproduce. There was no love between the two of them, only respect. They had a job. Some things in life give you no option. It wasn’t their choice. It was their purpose. Call their families old fashioned, but they didn’t meet until the day they were to get married. Sure, they saw each other in Hogwarts, but they didn’t actually meet until they uttered the words “I do.” Their marriage wasn’t a happy one, but it wasn’t a bad one. The two were complete opposites. Delicia loved live and everything in it, while Isidore didn’t. He was uptight and reserved, while she was vibrant and vivacious. Perhaps opposites really do attract because eventually a few years into their marriage they were able to produce their prize. His name was Theodore. Theodore was born on a cold December morning in 1980. There was nothing spectacular about his birth. He was born and that’s all there was too it. His parents were proud, even more so were his grandparents who had their noses pressed up against the glass to see their grandson in his nursery a few hours after he was born. He was healthy. He was male. Everyone in the Nott family that day was happy.
Theodore spent most of his time with his mother. His father was a cursebreaker for Gringotts and spent a lot of his time in Egypt. So, it was mostly Delicia and Theodore. As far back as Theodore can remember it was his mother who was around when he needed someone, not his father. Overall, his childhood was relatively blissful. Living with a wealthy family, Theodore never had to worry about going hungry and he had all the books he could ever want. His mother thought it was always funny how Theodore never really cared for playing. Although he liked going outside, his favorite activity starting when he was six was sitting underneath a tree and struggle through a picture books. At times she would set up play dates for him with other known families, but Theodore didn’t care much for the other children he spent his childhood with. His mother found his behavior a bit strange, but like all mothers, she thought her little angel was perfect. In some respects, he was. Theodore was very mellow and never caused much of a fuss. There was always a few times where he would get out of hand. He was a little boy and he lived in a very big house. Theodore was a curious little fellow. He sometimes overstepped his boundaries and wandered into rooms he wasn’t allowed into. Besides a few toes over the line, he was pretty obedient. Theodore’s mother allowed him quite a bit of freedom. When she was around, Theodore had time on his hands. She allowed him to explore. She wanted him to play and socialize, but when Theodore’s father came home things quickly would change.
Theodore’s relationship with his father was never very strong. Perhaps it was because his father was never home, but when his father was home he always seemed angry with Theodore. Isidore strongly believed in educating Theodore at a young age. When Theodore turned five, his father began paying for tutors. His mother objected saying she could teach Theodore, but Isidore wouldn’t hear of it. After hiring tutors for basics skills such as reading, writing and arithmetic, Theodore’s father’s demands began to increase from the small child. When Isidore came home for a few weeks at a time, Theodore had to be perfect. If he ever said a word or acted in any way out of line he was immediately sent to his room no questions asked. It took Theo a while before he grasped onto what his father expected from him. His father expected perfection in a small package and Theodore tried, but he never seemed good enough. Besides basic learning, which Theodore did begin to excel in, Theodore was given countless etiquette lessons. Out of everything else he had to learn, etiquette was by far the hardest. All of these lessons just all seemed to turn out badly for the young Nott. His teacher was big, mean and ugly. These memories left a sour taste in his mouth. The woman practically beat posture into him. Then when it came time to learn which fork to each at which time at the dinner table, oh baby, it wasn’t pretty. Like his other lessons, Theodore eventually caught on. His polite mannerisms enabled him to pass this teacher’s expectations. Most of Theodore’s childhood was spent either with his loving mother or trying to please his father.
At the age of nine, Theodore’s mother started to get worse and worse. It started with a headache. Then her skin started to itch more and more. Whatever the sickness was, it was slowly consuming his mother and all Theodore could do was watch from the sideline. After a week of rest and visiting healers, it was determined Delicia had Dragon Pox. The medication and potions they gave her had little effect over the illness. All they could really do was wait. Theodore’s father received news of his wife’s inevitable disposition in Egypt, but was too intertwined with his work to come visit her. So, he hired a woman, Grace, to watch over Theodore while his mother was in the hospital. The week leading up to Delicia’s death was the most painful experience of Theodore’s life. All he could think about was how the week prior to this one they had been sitting under a tree reading together. Ironically, he had been reading to her the moment she died. Yes, Theodore watched his mother pass away. Lucky for him, it was a peaceful passing, but it didn’t stop him from weeping. The death of his mother greatly upset Theodore. For the next few weeks he spent a lot of time on his own. He rarely talked and barely ate. His guardian watched over him with a wary eye. Theodore’s father flew in a few days after his wife died, to make an appearance at the funeral before going back to Egypt.
The next two years passed slowly. Things didn’t begin to be set in motion again until Theodore received his Hogwarts letter. Already he had shown early signs of magic, so receiving his letter was just another reassurance to his father that he wasn’t a squib. A few weeks after he received the letter, Isidore took his son shopping in Diagon Alley. This day of shopping for robes, cauldrons, books and a wand was the most time Isidore had ever spent with his son. Theodore was surprised that he had a good time. Not with his father, but he had a nice time exploring the different shops and his favorite part was receiving his wand. This day was probably one his few favorite memories. In the few weeks following this special trip, Theodore was shipped off to school. It was no surprise to him that his father wasn’t there at his departure. Just Grace. The train ride to Hogwarts was rather dull. Theodore sat in a compartment to himself and just read the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. It wasn’t until they reached the school that things became interesting. Of course, Theodore knew that his family house was Slytherin and he was expected to continue that tradition. The clever child had no doubts he would end up in this house. The boat ride across the lake did not strike Theodore’s fancy, but the school was fascinating. The sorting ceremony went as planned, while Theodore waited anxiously in line for his name to be called. After a long line of names, finally Minerva McGonagall’s voice called, “Nott, Theodore.” Theodore anxiously approached the stool as the hall went quiet. The hat was placed on his head and he waited. Suddenly, a little voice sounded in his head. “Hm. A Nott, I see. Ah, you’re a quiet one aren’t you? Level headed, and notably fair, perhaps you would do well in Hufflepuff? No? Ah, I see, very clever, aren’t you? No, Hufflepuff would not suit you. I believe you belong in SLYTHERIN.” Nott breathed a sigh of relief as he joined his fellow comrades at the Slytherin table. He never told anyone the hat considered him for Hufflepuff. Embarrassment never suited Theodore well.
His first year went by quickly. Teachers like Theodore. He was clever and did well on his tests. He also wasn’t rude and boastful in class. His marks were high. Theodore adored the school. The library was magnificent and he enjoyed his time away from home. Theodore spent a lot of his time reading; he never felt any inclination to join a clique or a club. He was his own person. Theodore bowed down to no one. Eventually, Theodore’s shy barriers broke down and he started to create a circle of friends who he began to trust, but Theodore still never bought into the clique ideals. He watched Crabbe and Goyle follow around Draco Malfoy, but he never went on to join them. Although attending school with Harry Potter kept events at the school rather lively, Theodore never involved himself. In his second year, the school was abuzz with the turmoil of the Chamber of Secrets. Then in his third year, Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. In his fourth year, everyone was excited for the Goblet of fire and what not. Theodore joined his fellow students in their excitement, but he was never involved. He had his own life to live and that’s what he concentrated on. He kept to himself and became the quiet, clever boy who sat in the back of every class. It isn't until the fifth year that Hogwarts becomes interesting for Theodore. Theodore has always been able to see the Threstrals that pull the carriages, but this is the first year this fact about him becomes known. During a Care of Magical Creatures class it becomes known to him that the dead-looking horses with wings that he’d been able to see since his first year were invisible to everyone else. These beasts only brought back painful memories of his mother. Odd things were beginning to play more of role in Theodore's life. His father was becoming more involved with things he rarely discussed with his only son. Draco was acting weird. And there was this new whole "royalty" system that Theodore became a part of. He doesn't play a very active role in the torturing of others. Theodore would rather just keep to himself.
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EXPERIENCE: about five years or so
OTHER CHARACTERS: i was hoping to reclaim hannah abbott at some point. but otherwise not yet.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: On this site I play Damocles Belby (Thick as Thieves)
Damocles watched as her face went from a normal color to a redder one. He wondered why she felt so embarrassed. Then again, it wasn’t such a mystery to figure out. Damocles believed that he would have been extremely embarrassed to have a tutor as well, but when she began to talk about falling asleep in class, he couldn’t help but laugh. Not at her expense of course, he hadn’t meant too, but a small chuckle escaped from his lips. He hardly meant to be rude, but the idea of someone falling asleep during class always got to him. Just the image of someone drooling on their desk, while a professor was trying to teach always made him laugh. It made him laugh harder if his image of the person included snoring, but Kiley didn’t seem like much of a snorer. However, she also didn’t seem like much of a drooler. Nevertheless, the idea of someone falling asleep in class always got to him. The expression on her face immediately forced him to stop. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but Damocles had never learned when to laugh at the right moments and this was clearly one of the wrong moments to laugh because it caused her stress. He cleared his throat, “You’re not stupid.” He shook his head and looked earnest, but then his face fell. The timing he had with laughing was horrible. What if she thought he was laughing at her because even though he didn’t think she was stupid, he was still laughing when she was talking about how she felt stupid. That quickly wiped the smile off his face, “No, really, you’re not stupid. Slughorn has a rather dull toned voice, I could see how someone might just fall asleep, especially if you were tired or something.” Now she would think he was a jerk. Damocles ran another hand through his head, his stress was mounting and he hadn’t even tried to explain anything to her yet.
Glancing down at the paper in front of him again, Damocles tried to hide his face for a split second to regain control of his mind. His heart was racing. He could feel his blood pressure just rising. The heat in his face was making him feel even more uncomfortable. When he looked up again, she had pulled out her own book. There were markings all over the front of them. He even recognized the handwriting. She flipped the book over before Damocles had a chance to read the complete cover, but he was able to read one of the phrases: ‘Kiley wants in Dorcas Meadows pants.’ A smile briefly appeared on Damocles’s face. Dorcas was one of his friends. Actually she was an “ex girlfriend.” He bowed his head in order to hide his amusement. Really, Damocles felt terrible. As far as potions was concerned, they were not making much progress and to top it off they both kept trading off who was embarrassed. At one moment Damocles would turn red, then Kiley would, it just was not a room or situation anyone would ever want to be in. Damocles wondered why this always seemed to happen to him. Not that it always happened to him, but it did every time he met someone. “Uh. Yeah, we can use mine.” He nodded in agreement, finally able to control his face again. She was way too nice. Anyone else would have told him by now to just shut up. Damocles couldn’t help but make a complete fool of himself every three minutes of every single day and here she was tolerating him. Even with his stupid attempts at keeping a conversation going, she was so polite. Damocles squirmed in his seat and nodded as she talked very briefly about quidditch, “That’s good. Gryffindor v. Ravenclaw games will probably be good this year. Well, they’re always good, but this year will be great. Uhm. Thanks, that’s good.” Damocles looked down and studied his paper again, once again the heat in his face was rising. She was such a pretty girl. Slughorn should have known better than to pair off Damocles with an attractive girl.
“Wha?” Damocles’s eyes looked up and met her own, as she began to talk. Or rant rather. It was surprising the quick change in her voice. It was
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