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Nora couldn't resist the call of butterbeer, and in the current climate, nothing warmed someone up better, in her view. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground as the winter days made their mark, and faint footsteps disturbed the snow, as the majority of Hogwarts students walked down to the village for a Hogsmeade weekend. She'd been looking forward to this little trip for days, unable to stop herself thinking about how nice it would be, seeing the village in it's winter-y state. Everything was always so pretty when covered in snow. Ok, so it wasn't thick snow, but it was still snow, and it still counted. Nora wanted to get out in it too now that this dusting had come last night, because she hated when the snow went all mushy, and you couldn't walk very well in it. It wouldn't look very good if she'd slipped on the snow-turned-ice and landed on her bum, would it? Not at all, although it wouldn't be the first time.

She had wrapped up warm today though, and followed her fellow students and a few professors into the village, making a beeline for the Three broomsticks. It was always so warm in there. Maybe it was because she was coming in out of the cold, or maybe the homely atmosphere, but it always seem to make her feel a bit better and a lot warmer too. She pushed the door open and scanned her eyes for a table, before slipping into one and taking a seat. She removed her gloves, her scarf, and her, coat, and set them beside her with her bag, before rummaging through for her purse to get some money for a drink. Smiling as she walked to the bar, she ordered her butterbeer and waited until the bartender had served her order, before smiling, paying for her drink, and then carrying it carefully back to the table and rejoining her things.

Her things weren't the only things by her table now as someone else seemed to have sat there. She placed her drink down and tried to hide the surprised look on her face. "Oh, hello."

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[dante illario ottati]

Dante needed to get away from the school. Since it was his last year at Hogwarts, everything seemed to jump his case at once. He got up and threw the covers off of his body. He threw a grey long sleeved shirt on with some dark blue jeans and DC shoes. He grabbed his black coat and left the building, probably on his way to the local village of Hogsmeade. He combed his fingers through his somewhat curly hair that he was probably going to get cut short over Christmas break. He didn't want it to get buzzed off, but seeing as though his father was the head of the house, he was probably going to make him do it. He liked it the length that it was because the ladies loved to play with the curls in his hair. He had his hair short before, which it turned out alright and everything, but it was harder to maintain actually. He shook his head at the thought and put his hands in his jacket. It was slightly on the cold side seeing as it was the winter and everything. He enjoyed the snow. He thought it made everything look so nice and clean. He loved to play in it as a child, having snowball fights with his younger sister and all. When he met his cousin here, they would always toss a snowball here or there at one another. It was amusing to watch.

His father hated the snow. Then again, he hated everything fun. He just complained how it made it harder to drive and harder to see. While, yes, it did, but he always could find something to complain about. He always had to out-do everyone on a scale of one to ten on the complain scale. His mother would always talk about it when it was just her and Dante in the car. She didn't complain much though. She was always so nice and sweet, welcoming of anything that came her way. His little sister had brought home an injured puppy once and her mother had hid it away in the shed from the father, knowing that he would just kick it out, saying it had diseases and what not. She nursed the puppy back to health and gave it to the neighbors across the street for good keeping. His sister had become pretty good friends with them, because she still wanted to see the puppy and all.

Dante sighed and saw his breath as he did it. It took a little more than he would've liked to get to Hogsmeade, but it was worth it. The small village was always pleasant to visit, and he didn't ever have to exactly worry about anyone at school seeing him there and him to maintain his "bad boy" rep or anything. He went over to The Three Broomsticks and went in for a drink. He went to sit down at an empty table with his drink and wrapped both his cold hands around it, wanting to warm them up. Soon after, he heard a feminine voice say hello. He looked up seeing that it was some girl from school. He believed that she was a year younger and her name escaped him for the moment. She said that this was her table and wasn't expecting someone to be here, and then asked to sit down. "Of course not." He took another drink and looked back at the girl. She was very beautiful, he'd give her that. She had curly blond hair and wonderful eyes to get lost in.

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INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
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[nora bethany nott]

Nora had a feeling that she knew of this guy. He wasn't in her house, she knew that. She would have recognised him from just hanging around the common room when she was doing work in there, or avoiding the cold weather. Nora enjoyed wandering around the castle, but it could get quite lonely, walking around alone, and at least in the common room there were people she could talk to that she had something in common with, even if it was just that they had the gift of magic, and shared the same house. She did enjoy debating, although she had to hold herself back sometimes from taking the topic and responses too personally, and clashing with someone in her house happened quite often sometimes. She was sure that she was only placed in Slytherin because she was a Nott, and that was the family tradition. She didn't really feel like she fit there, but then what could she do? It wasn't like you could wander over to the head and ask for a transfer, that wouldn't be allowed, Nora doubted. She did contemplate it once though, thinking people would dismiss her immediately as a sneaky, vain person or something of the like. Although Nora did care for her appearance, it wasn't the only thing she cared about, and it certainly wasn't at the top of her list. She did like looking good though. She didn't think that anyone who let themselves walk around looking a mess had any self respect. You wouldn't want people to perceive you as a messy, tramp like person. Her hair was curled lovely today, and she had a cute little butterfly clip in it to pin it back at one point, and she knew her clothes looked good too. It seemed that she wasn't the only one.

Now, only if she could remember his name, and why she knew him. Her gut feeling said that he was one to avoid though. But he was quite cute, she would have to admit. And he clearly took pride in his appearance, just like she did. "Hello! I'm Nora."

[/color] She greeted, glad that he didn't mind her sitting there. Her stuff had been on the chair though, so she'd have had to come back even if she didn't want to sit down. She supposed that he was looking for a person and therefore overlooked her bag and coat and everything. Nora smoothed her top down and then took a small sip of her butterbeer, being careful not to acquire a foam moustache from the frothy drink. That had happened in the past and could be quite embarrassing if you didn't notice it. It would make someone laugh though, that would be a plus, although they would be laughing at her, and suddenly that wasn't so much of a plus anymore. "I know you from somewhere."[/color] Nora said, tilting her head to the side and biting her lip as she tried to remember. As if changing the angle of her head would change her perspective and help her remember. He had lovely curly hair. She liked men with hair like that. She didn't like men who cut their hair short, like a buzz cut or a skin head or whatever the muggles called it. Nora couldn't quite remember the right word, but longer hair was certainly an attractive trait. Some men could look quite weird if they didn't have much hair.
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[dante illario ottati]

Dante could tell that she was probably of "higher rank" at the school than more kids than one. She had the presence of someone who was raised to be taught to be kind and poliet to everyone she had met, but stay away from the rough kinds of people; like him. Dante wasn't "rough" per say, he just, well ya, he was rough. He was a big flirt. He enjoyed fast cars, motorcycles, and everything in between. Around his fifth or sixth year, he had gotten the "bad boy" reputation no problem amongst his peers. He was quite sure that this girl was probably in a grade lower than him because he's never really talked to her before. He was ninety-nine percent sure he'd talked to all of the seventh year girls before. He remembered the ones who left a good, and really bad, impression on him. All the ones in between were either "just friend" type zones, or already dating someone at the moment in time. That's the one thing he does not approve of; cheating. He still flirted, even in a relationship, but acting on said flirt was a different story. He didn't like to hurt people like that; he even has told a few white lies to keep people from getting hurt for no apparent reason. Back to the girl however. She was dressed nicely, probably caring about her appearance, as most girls did at the school. He cared about his as well. Who wants a slob to hang around them? He normally stayed away from sweatpants at all time, only when it was time for bed. His normal attire was something like black slacks and a button-up shirt. Nothing more. Nothing less.

The curly, blond introduced herself as Nora. He nodded. "I'm pleased to meet you Nora. I am Dante." Nora, as in Nora Jones. The pianist and singer that mom likes so much. The way Dante remembered things was relating it to something he knew and had set in stone. His mother loved Nora Jones, so that's what he would reference the girl's name, so he wouldn't forget. Although, he probably wouldn't forget hers. She was quite different from the others at the school. Not in a bad way of course. Some of the other girls were just, well, out there. As in, the bad way. He didn't know how to explain it, but that's just how he felt. She spoke up, saying that she knew him from somewhere. Her head tilted a bit as she bit her lip. He grinned and looked down, but back up. "Well, I'm a seventh year Ravenclaw. I am captain of the Quidditch team." He tried to think of anything else that might jog the girl's memory of him. Nothing really popped in his head besides possibly seeing one another in the halls. He went into his memory of the girls in all his classes, but this girl did not pop into his head. He would have talked to her already if she were. "So," he began, trying to spark up a conversation, "what brings you to Hogsmeade on this chilly winter day?"

TAGS! Nora
NOTES! hola
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[nora bethany nott]

Nora was a pure blood, and with the wizarding world in it's current state, she was viewed as a higher rank than others. She did hold herself with pride and could always give off the impression that she was sure of herself, but she didn't think that she was better than others because of blood. Education, manners or personality, maybe, but not by blood. Her personality was very polite, and she would always stop and help people if they looked like they needed it. Nora wouldn't look down on someone because of blood, really, although she wouldn't tell her parents this. Her mother would probably have next to no problem with it, but her father would be livid if he found out that she didn't care about blood status. Of course, thanks to the law, you had to care to a certain extent. It was forbidden to date anyone who was not of the same blood as you, so if she fell in love with someone who was of a 'lesser blood', she wouldn't be able to do anything about it, apparently. Shame on the law for trying to control her life like this. She would love whoever she wanted, pure blood, mudblood or muggle, she didn't care. It was about her being happy, and not the blood status of any children born from that relationship. She would love her children whatever blood status they had, and whoever they chose to marry. But the law said that it wasn't allowed, and so marrying someone of a lesser blood status than you wouldn't be possible either. Nora didn't understand why they would dare to try and control people like that, but they had to have a good reason. Apparently it was about less magical children being born, but Nora wasn't so sure anymore. Either way, it was the law.

Did Nora know that name? She'd heard of him, she was sure his name had floated around with some bad comments attached. "You're that Ravenclaw boy aren't you? I've been warned about you, Ottati"

[/color] Nora said softly, raising her eyebrows and pursing her lips a little but trying to hold back a smile. Why was there always something attractive about bad boys? "You know how to get people talking, I will give you that."[/color] Nora added, taking a sip of her butterbeer again, and then picking up a tissue from her pocket to dab her lips. "Oh I wouldn't have known you from Quidditch, I don't often watch a game."[/color] Nora commented. She'd been down in the past, for lack of anything better to do, but going to watch people fly just made her worry about them falling. Nora had always been afraid of that when flying, her favourite means of travel would be anything other than the broom, so apparition was her first choice. Floo powder was a good alternative, however. He had a nice smile, Nora noted, mirroring him with a cute smile of her own. "My one and only weakness"[/color] Nora paused, leaning forward a little as if it were a secret. "Butterbeer. Cannot get enough of it."[/color] She said with a smile, before leaning back. "What about you, here to cause some trouble, or are you taking the weekend off?"[/color] Nora asked, tilting her head to the side again, before applying some lip balm to her lips so they didn't dry out, and then putting it back in her pocket.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[dante illario ottati]

He grinned and kind of laughed to himself when she said that she had been "warned" about him. He grabbed his cup, lifted it up, and took a drink. "I am that Ravenclaw boy." Yeah. He knew that he had bad comments attached to his name, but that's what the "bad boy" thing was about. It was his last year here, so he wouldn't care after this year was over if he had that image in the real world or not. Besides, he wouldn't want to have that label in the real world; he wanted to be known as a respected person in society rather than a delinquent the rest of his life. He noticed that she tried to hold back a smile and he grinned at her. All girls did that when they met him. It was a curse he carried with him. She mentioned that he knew how to get people talking, "Well, yeah. But, you won't have to worry about me next year. I'll be off in the big bad world." And he was ready. He wanted to find some girl to put up with him. He didn't think he would find one though. It was whatever. He'd just go to bars, blind dates, and other things when he got out of here.

The blond girl had a very cute smile, which made him smile a little bit too. She answered his question by saying her one and only weakness, leaning forward and said butterbeer. She then leaned back and asked if he was here to cause trouble or he was taking the weekend off. "I see. It is pretty good, I have to admit. And I do happen to be taking the weekend off thank you," he smiled at her, "Being bad takes hard work." He finished the last off his drink and set it to the side. He crossed his arms on the table and tried to think of how to get this girl to maybe go out on a date with him. While yes, they were together, talking across the table from one another. He still didn't have to try, she just came over and claimed for this to be her table. He knew that a girl like Nora wouldn't be so prone to going out with a guy like him, so he knew it would be a challenge, but a fun one. He assumed she was pureblood, which him being a muggle-born and all, would probably pose of more of an issue as well. Ever since the "law" has been cracking down on this whole pures must date pures, well, things have been hard for him. He's had to sneak around with the girls, acting like they were just hanging out and doing homework or something. Then again, he was a rebel and rule breaking was his specialty.

TAGS! Nora
NOTES! hola
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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Nora had heard the rumours about this boy, and had been in contact with some of the girls that he'd been with. She didn't quite know how far he pushed it, but she knew that he was a notorious flirt, and no doubt he was probably going to try and flirt with her. Nora wasn't 'fridged' or whatever the word the muggles used, but she'd never had a steady boyfriend yet. She was a little bit of a flirt, but hardly ever let it go any further. Some people were surprised that she was in her sixth year and managing that, what with her being so pretty, but she had more respect for herself, and after all, she was a romantic and wanted her first time to be special and with the right person, and all that romantic stuff. Yes, she was a sucker for roses and candles and love poems or songs. She couldn't help liking all the romantic stuff, it made her smile and although she knew it was all quite cheesy, she liked it. So to summarise, Nora knew that it would take more than a little flirt to convince her that he was worth it, especially now that she was on her guard around him thanks to his reputation. She knew though that gossip could be wrong, but it was better to be safe than sorry, always. "Oh, already? Well make sure someone warns the world about you"

[/color] Nora teased, smiling still. "And have you got any plans out in the big wide world or are you going to wing it and see what happens?"[/color] Nora asked. She'd always been a curious girl and liked learning things about people.

Another thing that she'd always liked though was to plan. Planning things was good, she liked having a plan, although she had a feeling that Dante was more of a 'wing it' type of guy. That seemed exciting but reckless at the same time. This time next year Nora was already going to be working on a nice life plan to leave her with a lovely home and as much money as she needed and hopefully, a romantic boyfriend who might become something more in the future. But at sixteen she was too young to be thinking of marriage. Unfortunately, her mother had been arranged to marry her father by her age, and Nora couldn't help but worry that her father had plans in the works too. She didn't like mail anymore for fear that one of her letters would tell her that she was going to be married to some pure blooded wizard that she didn't like at all. Nora worried about this day because it meant that she would have to leave her home and leave her mother and disown herself so that she wouldn't have to marry that man, and she would do it, rather than spend her life in a loveless marriage like her mother. She wouldn't let her father control her that much, she just wouldn't accept it. "Ah I see, well enjoy your rest, I suppose you're back on duty in the week, yes?"[/color] Nora asked, going along with the tease. That was the thing about bad boys, sometimes they didn't seem so bad, and that was the killer, Nora was trying to be weary of that. They could make you think that they were charming and lovely and romantic and then the next day they would be gone. She knew someone like that in her house, and she wasn't going to fall for that. Not ever.

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[dante illario ottati]

He grinned when she said that someone might want to warn the world of him when he was out of school. While it may seem true now, it wouldn’t be so true once he got out of this place. He really did have plans and what not for when he got out. Well, his father had other plans for him of taking over the company he ran in the muggle world, he wanted to work with cars. He was good with working with his hands, so why not put it to good use? However, his father ran a very successful law firm and wanted Dante to go to college for law and be a lawyer, then when he passed away, Dante would take over. He scoffed at his father and just wanted to run his auto shop. She then mentioned if he had any big plans or was going to wing it, ”Well, I do have a plan actually. Once I turn 18, I plan on opening up my own auto shop. My father wants me to co-run his law firm with him, but that’s not where I see myself.” Lawyers were nothing but dirty cheats. Personal experiences of course. Dante wasn’t much for planning ahead, but he would need to start up this plan of his own business soon. His father had always told him stories of how it took years to build up his law firm. He hated to work, but this was something he enjoyed.

Nora probably took him for the wing-it type guy, but he didn’t mind much. He had never put much thought into other things. Mostly a family though. He had dated many girls before, which Nora’s probably heard from friends or something, but never anything deeper than that. Honestly, he only dated so many girls because he was trying to find the right feel for a girl he might be interested in. He hadn’t yet found a girl that he’s had a good feel for. He’s at least tried to keep a stable relationship, but it’s never exactly worked out as much. He was back on track when Nora started speaking again. She told him to enjoy his rest and asked if he was back on duty next week. He had to smirk at that side note. This girl was funny; he enjoyed her humor, ”Why of course. I only have a few months to go and I don’t wanna give up my title now.” He honestly wasn’t too bad. Only a big fat flirt. He knew it, don’t get him wrong, but apparently being a flirt meant you were a “bad boy” or something dumb like that. It’s not like he had sex with every girl he’s dated; he’s never had sex at all actually. He’s kissed a lot of girls, but never made-out with anyone. Kisses on the cheek meant more than full-out action. He did have a heart, but apparently people just wanted to see what they wanted to see.

He supposed that the world was just like that and would get passed it. She asked if he had plans to calm down or just wonder around, ”Well, I sometimes come to the village if I have nothing better to do. I can stay in one place for a while though. What about you?” He wanted to get to know this girl better. She seemed like a pretty cool person, so what better way to get to know her better than hang around her? It seemed legit. ”I don’t know much to do in this village though. I normally just come here for a drink or two then go back to the castle to hang around the common room.” His life could be pretty dull if he didn’t have any plans. He actually had a habit of reading a lot instead of sleeping; he really barely slept at all. How he functioned in everyday life was amazing. Then again, when he did catch sleep on weekends, he would sleep in until about noon or one.

TAGS! Nora
NOTES! hola
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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Nora wasn't sure about this boy. He didn't seem like the type that she'd heard about him being. He was charming, yes, but he didn't seem to be laying it on too thick, which was the opposite of charming sometimes. He didn't seem too flirty either, and Nora hadn't expected that. She didn't quite know where he stood, and she was trying to figure him out, but this was proving hard. She was very tempted not to believe the rumours she'd heard just because of what she'd seen so far, but he seemed to know about them and seemed to think they were true, or at least that was the impression that she'd gotten when she'd mentioned them, so maybe ignoring what she'd heard about him wasn't the best idea. Better safe than sorry, as they said, and Nora did not want to be sorry. She never wanted to get hurt. She knew that being hurt by a guy when you really liked them was one of the worst pains in the world, especially if you fell in love with them. "A car shop? Lawyer? Oh. Wow, I didn't expect that. With your reputation I was expecting a world adventurer or something."

[/color] Nora recovered. He wasn't a pure blood? Well, no, that was unlikely. Most pure blooded wizards took to working within the magical world, and she hadn't heard of a magical lawyer, although you never knew.

That could make things complicated. But then, why should it? She knew what he was like, or at least she thought she did, and so she wasn't going to like him like that. No, not at all, despite how attractive he was, or how much she liked his hair, or his eyes, or how much he made her smile. And she'd only met him once, if he could make her smile that much in the short amount of time... no. Stop it, Nora. She wasn't going to let herself go there. It was against the law to date a muggle born. Alright, so she said that it wouldn't keep her from someone that she loved, but she didn't love him, and risking Azkaban for someone who she'd heard jumped from girl to girl so fast that you blink and you'd miss someone, wasn't in her life plan. No, she wasn't going to go there. Not that he probably wanted to go there anyway. "Why should you, I suppose, after all those years of hard work"[/color] Nora joked. The trick, she supposed, was to not get attatched. He seemed to be able to manage that and she was sure she could pull it off. Although she'd always been so easily trusting, so that plan might go out the window. No, she would fight her natural response to trust him. She'd heard the rumours and he'd agreed they were true. That was that.

"I like the astronomy tower. It gives you a beautiful view of the castle grounds. That's where I go. It's my thinking place"[/color] Nora answered. It was her go to place when she needed to relax or think. Winter was a bad season to go there though with the wind and the cold, but she'd still take a trek up the steps sometimes if she really felt the need to go there. "Or the bath. I like having a bath, that's another calm place for me. Though I tend to spend an hour in there and then people complain"[/color] Nora said with a laugh. It wasn't so bad at home as there were plenty of bathrooms to choose from, but in the castle when there were many students wanting to use the bath, it was a bit of a pain for everyone else so she didn't take so many long baths during term time. She did go into the prefects bathroom every now and again though as someone had told her the password. But she was not supposed to tell anyone that or it would get her in trouble. "Well, there's the shrieking shack, and a couple of lovely shops like Honeydukes, but there really isn't much more than that I can think of."[/color] Nora said, knowing that the village wasn't the most activity filled place.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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