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Post by Nathaniel Cyril Nott on Dec 18, 2018 4:02:20 GMT
The fastest way of knowing Nathaniel Nott was irritated was by noting his small mannerisms – the way he held his drinks or glowered at the younger students whenever they got too close to him. However, considering the boy prided himself off being stubborn and a general pain in the ass on a good day, these signs weren’t always the best. He was mean on a good day, particularly towards those he felt were wasting his time. So, the younger students could be forgiven for not knowing immediately that he was likely to stab them with his butter knife as the quill that he had on hand. They could be forgiven, but he was beyond irritated. Despite having the satisfaction of knowing he was uncooperative at best, there was also the profound frustration that this time someone had gotten the leg up on him. That someone had actually caught him in the act of being nice and now that had backfired on him.
So, what did it matter if he made a first year cry? First years were always crying and he could hardly be held accountable for all of them. They were all lucky Cece was too likely to be embarrassed to make anyone cry because all of the same information he read was just as likely to frustrate her as him. How utterly ridiculous that the two of them, with everything that they had going for them, had found themselves fancying the very two idiots who couldn’t manage not to get caught by the public? At first, Nate noticed that people had been staring at him. He hadn’t thought much about it after that because he was hot as hell and he knew it. He lamented the poor saps that were going to remain at Hogwarts after he graduated – all the best eye candy was leaving. The stares didn’t cease. Neither did the giggles that accompanied them and further irritated him.
To say that he was done with all of the gossip was an understatement. Going on a week after the damned article had been released, and the castle hadn’t necessarily moved on. Sure, some people were lucky. If he saw James, it was a tossup of whether he’d hex him or punch him. By the time he finished his breakfast, he was downright murderous and looked it. If gazes could kill, he’d have a room reserved for him at Azkaban days ago. His attitude towards the rest of his schooling, now that he knew there was no way he was going to fail his exams and was guaranteed a job after, was indifferent at best. Nate was no stranger to refusing to attend class. If it wasn’t worth his presence, then he had no reason to attend class. Glaring daggers at everyone and their mother – particularly every Hufflepuff he expected to have taken care of Lottie once he had deposited her back at her common room – wasn’t going to improve his already vexed personality. No, there was only going to be one cure for this. He hiked up his satchel and turned on his heel, half clearing the passageway on angry looks alone.
Was it childish of him to take out his frustration on the trees, in the Forbidden forest where few people would follow him? Probably. Was it likely that he would get points taken from Slytherin if anyone who mattered caught him out here? Also likely. Did he care? No, particularly after the sense of relief settled in his shoulders, watching a small tree erupt in flames after his blasting curse. It was cathartic and a better prospective than hexting Andy once more and getting trashed so early in the morning. Although, he hadn’t ruled that out.