Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2014 21:18:03 GMT -8
Even though he was not, nor would he ever be proclaimed, the heir to the Nott family, Tobias had still been entitled to attend lessons. He had had lessons in linguistics, lectures about core subjects, but he had even had instructions when it had come down to responsibility. As idiotic and disbelieving as it sounded, he had been schooled in obligation. It was why, he believed, he had always been the sort of boy who would be precise. He would never attend a class late. He would never look unsuitable. He would never be a disgrace to his family. Even if their ideologies differed - and, there were a few quirks here and there, but they were still relatively the same - he would never openly admit it. No one would ever compare him to a blood traitor. So long as he kept his wits about, he would always be the slightly mischievous, respected son of the Nott family. Thankfully, due to the lessons his parents had forced him to endure as a child, he had had no trouble easing into life at Hogwarts. Even now, when he had several courses to maintain, he did so with ridiculous ease. He had no idea what had led him to take as many classes as he was, but it wasn’t like he could drop them. Such an act would make him look disgraceful and like he hadn’t been aware of everything he’d done. And, while he had been very much unaware of what he had been doing, it wasn’t like he was going to let anyone else know about it. So, rather than going outside and enjoying what looked like a nice day, he made his way up the staircase until he found himself in the library. It hadn’t been the first time that Tobias had done this particular task. He pulled a Charms text out of the shelf and leafed through the pages, trying to figure out if this was what he would need for his essay. Out of all of his classes, it was Charms and History of Magic that gave him the most trouble. He wasn’t awful at it, but it look him a lot more tries to get everything than Transfiguration or even Ancient Runes. His wand even held runes. He realized that this was the time that he should be paying attention and really figuring out what he was going to do with his life. He had claimed that he was going to go into the Ministry and work in the Magical Office of Law. He thought that he had done pretty well impressing Professor Slughorn. At least, the man had given him a second glance and had sort of praised his choice. He still hadn’t looked into exactly what he would need, but, considering the only classes he wasn’t taken were widely considered to be a waste of time, he wasn’t exactly worried. In fact, he felt pretty confident. He had a sly tongue and he knew how to get what he wanted. If everything worked out well, it was likely that Tobias would be sitting in an office within the next five years. There had only been a couple of things in his life that hadn’t worked out in ways that he had wanted. Some of them had been his own relationships. He wasn’t certain if his mother and father planned on arranging a marriage for him - the practice was falling a little out of style, but he would do his duty regardless. Meanwhile, he felt free to date around in Hogwarts. He had already gained a reputation for maintaining relationships that tended to last. He might have been a bloke, but he wasn’t the type that flirted briefly and abandoned the next week. And, he had never been the one to have been broken up with. There had always been something inherently wrong with the girl that he couldn’t get passed. The only exception had been Atlanta, and she hadn’t exactly been without her own problems. He had tried to speak with her. He had tried to get the full story out of her - why she hadn’t been speaking to him as she once had, why she didn’t ever look him in the eyes, why she didn’t agree to go with him to Hogsmeade. Tobias had had so many questions back then. He had been too trusting, as well. He hadn’t made that particular mistake since. But, Atlanta had always managed to avoid him, and, eventually, he had given up. He’d been making his way towards an empty table he had long since claimed his own when a color flashed in the corner of his eyes. When he turned his head slightly in that direction, he wasn’t too surprised to see who his eyes had landed on. He hadn’t been surprised, but he’d refused to make the first contact. He let his icy blue eyes rest on the familiar figure of his once-girlfriend before turning back down to drop his book on the table and plop himself down. Luckily for him, it wasn’t like the library was particularly empty. There were only a couple of empty seats. She’d either have to sit with a couple of younger students, or on the other side of his table. tagged: ATLANTA TWAINE VAISEY words: 884 notes: i hope this is okay. o.o let me know if something doesn't sit right with you! |
made by remi of i'm so curious