Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Sept 9, 2020 16:05:09 GMT -7
now you see me.
first week of term, 2025THE SUMMER HAD BEEN WILDER THAN NATE HAD ever anticipated. From quarantine, to the Blishwick's to Claudia. It was perhaps even more insane than the summer before, when Nate had almost been arrested. Just for the sheer unpredictability of it all. But, eventually, reality returned and Nate had to return to Hogwarts. Though, this time, without his probationary status. The owl had come to the Blishwick's a week before term started. The parchment crisp and the words formal and firm. His probation had been lifted, but they would be 'keeping a close eye' on his 'improvements'. Nothing had changed.
Sleepwalking through the Sorting ceremony, Nate barely touched his food. Nessa hadn't sat with him on the train. Something about space, which he'd known the meaning behind. She was angry with him. He'd barely even seen her over the summer, leaving her to the prissy little hands of Jimmie, who had obviously poured snakes in her ears. Girl was a Gryffindor with a Slytherin heart, Nate thought grimly. He hadn't anticipated Nessa turning on him. Especially not at the very beginning of his Seventh year. The most important year of life, arguably. He needed Nessa.
So, he stuffed his robe pockets with bread rolls and biscuits and left the moment it was unnoticeable. When the professors had all taken their seats and everybody was laying deep in to their food, like starving animals. It made Nate feel sick. He slipped out of the Great Hall and chewed roughly on one of his pilfered rolls as he waited, leaning against the neighbouring wall as he watched people begin to filter out. He was looking for one person. The only thing stopping him from pulling her from the Feast was the idea of making a scene. She'd definitely punch him.
Jiggling his leg restlessly, Nate had almost given up when she came out on the back draft of a crowd of Slytherin's. Her blonde hair halfway pulled from her face, robes a little ill-fitting so that they dragged at the ankles. The beauty of secondhand. Nate jogged up to catch her, throwing an arm around her shoulders and pulling Nessa in to his side roughly. "If you scream I'll tell everybody you piss the bed." He joked, leaning in to whisper in her ear with a grin. "I've got something to show you." He muttered, pulling his arm from her shoulders but reaching down to grab the sleeve of her robes in case she tried to run without his noticing. "Elf-brain if you don't come..." He sang, grinning innocently.