Wishing It Was [Anyone But] You (Theo)

[Neville Longbottom]

*It's chilly outside- alright, it's pretty bloody cold in Hogsmeade- yet Neville's not wearing his heavy robes. Something he regrets not doing, that's for sure. After stopping for a quick drink at the Three Broomsticks, he's on his way up to Hogwarts to talk to Headmaster Snape, just like Roslyn told him. Roslyn. His heart freezes and his eyes narrow at the thought of the brunette witch, who's been haunting his dreams ever since the New Year's karaoke. Looks down to the snow-covered ground and mutters under his breath, watching the wispy vapor curl into the air with only slight amusement.*

_{Didn't even bother to tell me anything, just walked right off and snogged the git. Shows what I know, doesn't it?}

[Theodore Nott]

::Leans lazily against the fence lining the lane, rolling his lit cigarette between numb fingers. The temperature really isn't a bother to him, he's accustomed having spent endless hours wandering about in freezing temperatures. The draw for solitude often landing him in the cold shadows of Hogsmeade.::

::Taps the butt end of his cigarette, disposing of the growing ash, and the mutterings of a passerby catch his attention. From under his drawn hood he catches sight of Neville Longbottom, and his lips curl. Theodore hasn't thought much about Roslyn or Longbottom since the New Year party in Godric's Hollow, but the sight of gormless prat brings the evening to the forefront of his thoughts.::

::Grins evilly as Longbottom nears, flicking the near finished smoke directly at the sod.::

[Neville Longbottom]

* as something flies towards him, and he slips on the ice. Barely catching himself, he looks up with a sheepish expression, hoping his stumble wasn't completely obvious.*

Sorry! Didn't see you there-

*Is unable to tell if the cloaked figure is a witch or a wizard. *

-yeah, sorry.

*Pauses, wondering why anyone would be tossing a smoke into the middle of the walkway to begin with.*

[Theodore Nott]

::Laughs as the wizard slips and nearly falls on his ar$se, sneering from under the hood.::

I was aiming for the dustbin, thought sure I'd hit you.

::Pushes himself off the fence, and pulls back his hood.::

[Neville Longbottom]

*Furrows his brow at the wizard's comment, now wondering what in Merlin's name he's done to a complete stranger. The hood falls back, however, and he sees Nott. Then, he sees red. Narrows his eyes, automatically going into "I really hate you, shut the bloody hell up" mode.*

It's you. What the devil do you want, you git? I don't have anything else for you to take, you know.

*Isn't usually so harsh to people, but this particular wizard had a knack of bringing out the worst in him. He noted with great annoyance that the chilly air seemed to have no affect on the wizard either.*

[Theodore Nott]

::Glares at Longbottom, hands slipping into each pocket of his cloak. The feelings between the two wizards mutual.::

I couldn't take what was never yours. If she was I don't suppose I would have tasted those sweet lips of hers New Year's Eve.

::Smirks, knowing darn well that every word he just spoke will crawl around most uncomfortably under the wizard's skin.::

[Neville Longbottom]

*Snorts, knowing the comment was meant to hurt. It did more than that, and it was obvious just by looking at Neville's expression.*

How many other witches did you trick that night? If you're not after anything, I'm leaving.

*Turns to start walking off, but pauses.*

Even if you are after something, I'm leaving.

*Nods, continuing to storm off towards the castle, his feet clearly remembering the way from when he was a student. All he could think about is how that wizard's like a parasite or something, latching onto one thing you love and sucking it all away.*

_{Might be a tad dramatic, but it fits!}

[Theodore Nott]

::Grins, chuckling. Theodore doesn't have to trick a witch, he's just observant and plays the role they wish to see. It isn't his fault Longbottom couldn't even charm a witch out of a piece of parchment let alone her skivvies.::

I'll tell Roslyn you wished us the best of luck.

::Watches as the wizard plods off in the direction of Hogwarts for a moment before turning himself about on the lane, and head for the warmth of The Broomsticks.::

[Neville Longbottom]

*Freezes, hearing those last words. He turns sharply back around, almost slipping once again, and shouts.*

What do you mean, wish "us" the best of luck?!

*Was honestly expecting Nott to dump Roslyn the moment he left the pub, because that'd seem like a perfect thing for a git like him to do. He doesn't believe that anyone could care about the witch like he can, and it's painful to hear that they're still together.*

[Theodore Nott]

::Slows his walk to a crawl, turning around, and walking backward. Neville is so easy to read, so easy to torment.::

It means exactly what you think it means, mate.

::Lies impeccably, slowing to a stop.::

I'm on my way to see my little lady now, as a matter of fact. Just thought I'd buy her some Honeydukes Chocolate first.::

::Holds his cold eyes on the tosspot, enjoying every minute of this.::

[Neville Longbottom]

*Narrows eyes at the sight of Nott practically gliding on the snowy ground beneath him, not even stumbling once. The thought of Roslyn and Honeydukes floods his mind and all he can remember at the moment is their arguement over lollipops. Thinks.*

_{Sod probably doesn't even know she likes 'em!}

*A second later remembers that, if she's dating Nott- he didn't even suspect that he was lying- then maybe everything else was a lie as well. He shakes his head, not believing that anyone would go to such lengths to lie to someone they just met.*

Your little lady? You don't even care about her!

*Likes to shovel everything into the belief that Nott's leading Roslyn down a tricky path, instead of actually harboring feelings for the witch.*

[Theodore Nott]

::Neville's guess is somewhat accurate. Theodore doesn't care for Roslyn as much as the bleeding git standing in front of him, but he cares enough, and in his own way.::

Are you certain about that? Don't' you think she would have left with you the other night if I didn't care about her? She's a perceptive witch, you bloody t@$$er.

::Jerks his head, flicking the wind blown strands of hair in eyes away. Even with the distance between the two wizards the smug smile on Theodore's face is evident. He knows he's better than Longbottom, and if he has to prove it he will.::

[Neville Longbottom]

*Even with his words, Neville still couldn't picture Slytherin and caring in the same sentence, unless the Slytherin was caring about themself. He shouts back, his Gryffindor temper beginning to get the best of him.*

I never said anything about her not being observant! I still think you're lying, and this is- is just something fun for you to do!

*Throws his arms in the air, not really knowing what he's talking about himself.*

She deserves far more than what you'll be, and you know it!

*Silently adds.*

_{Far more than me.}

[Theodore Nott]

::Shrugs, not caring what Neville thinks. He takes a few purposeful steps in the wizards direction, loathing clear on his face.::

No, Longbottom, what she deserves is to have the best out of life, and it upsets you to know that, that is exactly what she has chosen.

::He wants the Gryffindor to understand that the threat he is about to make is not one to take lightly, and venom fills his honey-like voice.::

Just stay clear of Roslyn, and you can be assured not to land in St. Mungo's like mum and dad.

::He winks, and turns around sharply on his heel, starting again for town, but his destination this time is Honedukes. The idea to buy Roslyn a gift of chocolate is a good one, and she wouldn't be expecting him to do such a thing.::

Ta ta, Longbottom.

[Neville Longbottom]

Jan 5, 2010 1:14:53 GMT Theodore Nott said:

Just stay clear of Roslyn, and you can be assured not to land in St. Mungo's like mum and dad.

*His explosive reaction is to be expected, one of the wizards he honestly hates with every fiber of his being has just brought his parents into the discussion. He swiftly pulls his wand out of his robes' pocket and aims it at the back of Nott's head, angrily. He shouts out into the frigid air.*

Shut up! You have no right to talk about them, you- you filthy little git! You're not good enough to talk about them!

*Doesn't care that anyone walking around Hogsmeade at this very moment would be able to hear every word he's saying.*