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[timothy cupid justin]

Tim wandered into Hogsmeade often. It was often for practical reasons though. He never stopped to enjoy the jokes of Zonkos or buy some sweets. He wandered into Hogsmeade only to buy some new clothes from Gladrags Wizardwear. He found he almost always had to buy new clothes. His old clothes were always stained by something or other. A wizard's blood, more or less, graced his clothing at least once a week. This time he wasn't going to Gladrags though. He was going to Arkie Alderton's Kwik-Repair Shop, which was less lame than the name suggested. He'd been having a lot of problems with his broomstick as of late. It was starting to go in circles when he wanted to go straight. It might turn left when he wanted right. It made the journey to Hogsmeade itself more exhausting than it had to have been.

It was a shame too, he'd had the broomstick since Christmas day last year. He'd given it plenty of chances to work though, it had been acting up since late August. It was time to make traveling easy again. He opened the door to the shop, provoking a tiny golden bell at the top of the door to stir a ringing sound that ran throughout the whole shop. The size of the shop itself was no bigger than a laundrette. There was an exceptionally massive shield of glass between the customer and the red-haired man at the counter. Tim approached him with the broomstick then walked into the waiting room, which was about the size of a bed. Not even a double one. He took a seat and hoped that his broom would be fixed. Even though the place was a bit shady, he knew it was the ideal place to go for fixes. There were places that sold brooms not half as good as the place that only fixed them.

His Slytherin badge was still sewn onto his cloak. He'd done that back when he was a student and he didn't see the point in pulling it off. After all it wasn't any indication as to what he was like as a person. He sat awkwardly onto the wooden chair that creaked loudly. The legs sounded like they were going to snap any instant, so Tim was on his guard. He imagined from the shop's appearance that fixing brooms wasn't a profitable business, unless the dust and dirt were factors of making the place look haunting. A fly came out from the corner of the waiting room and started buzzing around his face. His hands were flapping around to kill it but it kept flying away. Tim didn't give a moment's thought to who else was in the waiting room, he pulled an old dusty wizard's magazine from a pile and rolled it into a cylinder. Weapon in hand, he started chasing the fly and eventually squashed it against the wall.

Slowly walking back nervously to his unstable chair, he really hoped his broom was fixed soon.

[nora bethany nott]

Slipping her feet into her heels, Nora couldn't lie that she was excited for round two in Hogsmede. The quaint little village was gorgeous at any time of the year, but in the winter with frost on the roofs everyone would have to admit that it was especially beautiful. Her breath hung in the air as she walked down the cobbled roads of the village. She was wearing a dress today, as she missed wearing dresses. Although one would think that she might get cold, Nora had wrapped up lovely and warm with a pair of thick, warm tights, and a nice winter coat to keep her lovely and toasty. Now all that was left was to decide where she was going to go. She decided today that she would go somewhere new for a change, feeling quite adventurous. She followed the path around to a place that she had not seen before, and she was a little curious. Her curiosity worsened when she saw a good looking man walk into that very shop that her eye was on. She was compelled to know more about him, or to even just strike up a conversation, and so, without thinking, she walked into the place whose purpose she didn't know.

Following him into the seating area, she had to convince herself that she wasn't being creepy or at all stalker like, although she wasn't too sure that the second part wasn't true. Leaning against the doorframe, Nora observed the man, and this was sounding more and more like stalker behaviour. He was cute, her first observation was right, and he was quite amusing too, judging from his little fly swatting attempt, and she quite enjoyed watching him flap around the room attempting to kill the pesky thing. She couldn't help but giggle at his attempts, not in a bad way, it was just funny, seeing a man who seemed so composed flap around after a fly. "oh, I am sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, it's just, I have to admit that I didn't expect to witness that when I came here"

[/color] Nora explained, hoping that he didn't take offence. She wasn't really laughing at him, just his actions, like anyone else would be who had any sort of sense of humour. Nora loved a guy who could make her laugh.

It was just an attractive quality in a man. She envisioned a future in which she met a man who could make her laugh no matter what. It would certainly help if she ever felt down. Not that she often did feel down, but sometimes life could knock you back down and you would need someone to pick you up, dust you off and make you smile again, and it was this type of person that Nora dreamt of meeting and spending her life with. One step at a time though, as she’d not even had a steady boyfriend yet, but then that was more out of caution rather than lack of wanting one. One of Nora’s biggest fears was that she would fall for someone and something would happen and she would get hurt.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

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Tim looked around the waiting area several times. The overall maintenance was deadly. He felt like if he went close enough to a corner, the dust was going to choke him. Tim noticed the blonde girl, she was attractive. He really enjoyed spending time with women, in a non-perverted way. He'd seen her around Hogwarts before back when he was studying there. The annoying thing was that he was never allowed to talk to her. There were always other guys in Slytherin going out of their way to prove they could get girls like that and Tim couldn't. No wonder his self-esteem was so low. Now he saw the Slytherins that he went to school with as pathetic losers that would never amount to anything. Funnily enough, it was true. They lived far more uneventful lives than he had.

"Really? Ha, thanks. So your not like, part of a Flies-for-Justice league or something, about to lecture me on not killing flies?" he suggested with an amused smile. He could manage that at least. He wasn't hugely worried about this broom. Only because they were taking a while, which must mean they weren't giving up and were making progress. Not that progress mattered, sometimes you could work really hard to achieve something. Then, just when you thought you were going to get the result you were waiting for, something happens that disheartens all the effort you made. It was depressing.

Finally the broom was finished and was handed back to Tim. Giving the girl a small smile, he nodded farewell and walked past her. It was habit for him not to get too caught up in interactions with others, it only led to feelings, often irreparable. He didn't want to get hurt anymore.

[nora bethany nott]

Nora watched Tim with a mix of amusement and curiosity. She recognised him, she was sure, but she didn't know where from. She just couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe she'd seen him about the village once or twice before and thought he was cute. That might be it. Or maybe somewhere in Diagon Alley. It was so easy to run into magical folk in those two places, and it would make sense, but then there could be somewhere else she knew him from. Maybe she ought to ask. Maybe not, She didn't know if he'd remember her anyway. Why would he? Ok, she was pretty and that did make her stand out in the crowd. Maybe he would. Maybe she should. But then that was the corniest line, wasn't it? The most common way to start talking to someone you liked?

She laughed easily at his flies for justice joke. "I shall have you know, I'm the head of that group!"

[/color] Nora said in a fake, posh and know it all accent, before laughing agian. "But I will lay off the lecture this time"[/color] Nora added with a smile. When they delivered his broom back to him, Nora sighed inwardly, knowing he would go, and she couldn't follow him again without making it too obvious. Nora waited a few moments and then rushed out the door after him, slowing down and smoothing her clothes down to check that she looked presentable. That was something that stemmed from her mother, and that Isabella had gotten from her mother, Priscilla. Always look presentable, you never know who would be around to see you. That was kind of Priscilla's motto, it seemed. That and 'pure is the best, and we accept nothing but the best'. That motto, funnily enough, Isabella didn't pass on to her daughter.

Nora caught up with Tim as best she could without running, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but do I know you from somewhere?"[/color] Nora asked, wondering where it was. She tried to convince herself that her level of stalking hadn't evolved, it would just annoy her if she couldn't remember why she recognised him, that is all. "I'm Nora Nott"[/color] She introduced herself with a smile, wondering if his name might jog her memory.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

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[timothy cupid justin]

It took about seven seconds after Tim left the broomstick shack, for him to feel the tap on his shoulder. With a natural smile that graced his face everytime someone was nice enough to talk to him. Unless they were part of the gallery of the gormless. But Nora evidently wasn't. "Tim Justin." he grinned, putting his hand in hers in a tender handshake. She was truly beautiful. "Well, when you were a third year, I was in my final year at Hogwarts. I remember seeing you around." the last time Tim could remember seeing her, he was a seventh year looking over a third year herbology class, being gifted particularly in controlling the Devil's Snare that they were working with. It was unlikely surely that she'd remember him. He wasn't exactly... important.

"Hey, I hear Tomes and Scrolls has some new books in. Would you like to join me?" he offered, seeing as she didn't seem in a rush to go anywhere. He escorted her into the bookshop, it was always necessary for him to visit the books. The world of Wizarding health was forever changing, he had to keep up to date. "Oh, and i think we've chatted online before." he added, vaguely remembering a conversation he shared with a Nora Nott. He had a lot to do the following day so it hadn't been preying on his mind too much. A child born on Saturday works hard for a living, Tim just happened to be so.

Just for fun, Tim peaked at the sports section. He wondered what Quidditch team Nora supported, he was a Falmouth Falcon fan all the way. If she dissed them then oh, she was going down. With a smirk he picked up a biography about one of the players, he hadn't read that one but he'd read the many others. He always checked the sport news in the Daily Prophet. Maybe it was a guy thing. Plus he was one of the most gifted students in Divination that Hogwarts had ever seen, he knew what team would win days before they played. "So what team do you support? Don't say puddlemere, oh please don't say puddlemere!" he chuckled, he'd have to kill her for that mistake! The team was terrible.

[nora bethany nott]

Yes, stalking was bad, and yes, Nora did feel a little like that was what she was doing, but really she wanted to get to know him better. Besides, she was giving into curiosity as she wanted to know where she knew him from. She'd just spend days trying to figure out where she knew him from and there was a slim chance that she would remember. She didn't believe that there really was a way that she could forget a face like that. She couldn't deny how good looking he was. And his eyes were lovely. "It's nice to meet you, Timothy. May I call you Tim?"

[/color] Nora asked, as polite as ever. She took his hand and shook it gently. He was gorgeous. "Oh, of course. Hogwarts. I suppose that's where most people know each other from in this area"[/color] She said, shrugging. Because he'd left, for some reason she didn't contemplate the possibility that he'd been in school the same time as her. "Oh! Did you overlook Herbology class?"[/color] Nora recalled suddenly. She remembered thinking then that he was handsome, and she blushed at this memory.

"Of course, I love books, I have so many of them but can't resist adding more to the collection."[/color] Nora said with an enthusiastic smile. This was true, though most were on a bookcase that she had in her bedroom at home. She wished that she could bring them all to Hogwarts but she knew that there were too many for her to do so, and she'd have had to go without clothes. School books were mandatory of course but there were so many others that Nora enjoyed and loved reading that she couldn't fit into her luggage. To be honest, it would be silly to struggle to fit them in when you could find them in the library most likely, but Nora liked knowing that they were her books that no one else had read. Not much could beat the smell of new books. She never voiced that aloud though as it would make her sound much more than a swot. "Ah yes, now I remember, the St Mungo's healer"[/color] Nora said with a smile. He'd been charming then too. "I'm still hoping that one day someone would use that to address me"[/color] Nora commented, biting her lip. She loved helping people and so a healer sounded like the perfect job.

It would be busy of course, Nora didn't doubt that, but it would be worth it, knowing you helped someone in need. "Team? Oh, Quidditch team? Well I never really got into the sport, so I don't have a team per se."[/color] Nora confessed, a little embarrassed. It was assumed by most people that because she was a pure blood witch, she'd enjoy Quidditch. This assumption was wrong. She did go down and watch the occasional school game, but more for the gathering and the atmosphere than the teams, competition and sport itself. However, Nora did enjoy showing support for her house team, mainly because they were people that she knew, or friends of friends, more than likely, and it was nice to show support for your housemates. ”What is so wrong with Puddlemore anyway? You seem very much against anyone supporting that team”[/color] Nora asked, curious as to why that one was such a no go.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

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[timothy cupid justin]

Tim's eyes rarely flickered elsewhere as her voice spoke to him. Her voice was soft, sweet, sincere. It was like listening to a song that gave you goosebumps. A hand was extended and he captured it with ease. His big hand made hers seem so tiny - and the warm touch of her bare skin against his seemed, well, intimate. Maybe because his thumb brushed almost negligently against her palm briefly. His smile stretched when she finally recalled where she'd seen him. "I did actually. You remember that?" he gave a short laugh, he certainly couldn't admit to remembering every single person that overlooked some of his classes in the younger years. "You have a good memory." he complimented, his hand leaving hers almost like it was floating on air.

The shop's speakers weren't very loud but Tim could faintly hear 'Year 3000' by Busted playing. His head bobbed along with the words slightly, not so much though as he'd look like Tomes and Scrolls new chicken-dancer. Mostly he was trying not to look at Nora too much. She was so beautiful, she had to have a boyfriend. He was dead set on it, girls like that weren't single. Not that he was thinking of her that way anyway, him being twenty-one must make him a good five years older than her. Otherwise he'd be all over her, in his own timid way. That probably wasn't true, he couldn't ever be 'all over' a girl. "Make sure you don't drown your room in books, in my old room I couldn't climb out of bed without stubbing my toe on the latest edition of Quidditch through the Ages." he smirked, ah good times. Hogwarts would always be like home to him.

"The Puddlemere United bunch are just cheaters, they get as many points as possible on technicalities and not on talent. That's just my opinion anyway." he told her. He picked up a new book on magical medicine and stood in the queue to buy it. The woman at the counter seemed very grim, like she hated her job. Tim was so happy he wasn't in that situation. Plus, maybe Nora would actually become a healer too, that would be great. Course the odds were that she'd finish her education first. But still. Once Tim got to the front of the queue the young woman seemed to change. I'll take that for you sir her voice was low and wickedly seductive. All grimness had gone, just like that. Replaced by sensual promise. "Um, thank you." Tim nodded. Her eyes didn't much leave his but Tim paid for his book and walked back to Nora, to the woman's dismay.

[nora bethany nott]

Nora noted that his eyes were constantly on her. It didn't make her uncomfortable at all, though she blushed as she felt as though if she slipped up and did something silly he would notice it straight away. She'd have to be careful not to fall over or something. His voice was soothing and friendly, it was nice to hear those tones in someone’s voice. Very comforting, in fact. His skin against hers was slightly cold, though it was winter and she couldn't blame him. Her gloves had kept her hands warm enough, thankfully, so when she'd exited the pub, her hands had retained the heat. She was glad that she'd left them off. The feel of his skin against hers was nice. Intimate, but nice. "I don't think I could forget. I pay too much attention in my lessons, in case something seemingly small crops up in an exam"

[/color] She countered her minor verbal slip up then. She hoped he didn't notice that. "Thank you"[/color] She accepted the compliment with a small smile and the tinge of blush in her cheeks. Surely she could blame that blush on the cold.

Nora heard a very old muggle song playing in the background and was ashamed to admit that she didn't know it, but it was extremely catchy. She started tapping her foot absent-mindedly and humming along once she'd gotten a hold of the tune. She looked to see Tim bobbing his head to the beat and sent a nice smile his way, to say 'i'm with you, this is a good song'. "Too late."[/color] She said with a little laugh. "No, not really, I keep most of my books at home, in a bookshelf, all nice and organised. It's a shame that I couldn't bring them all with me but I wouldn't have any room for clothes. It would be silly to make such a sacrifice when we have the library at the school."[/color] She said, although a small sigh followed. "Though I miss that they are 'my' books. I like knowing that I was the only person to read them. I don't think much beats the smell of a new book."[/color] She confessed, looking down, a little embarrassed at how nerdy that sounded.

"wow, you seem to have some strong feelings about that team. Are they really so bad?"[/color] She asked, raising an eyebrow. It was pretty harsh to say that they were talent-less cheaters, but maybe this was true. Nora didn't know, she only just recognised the name of the team, and couldn't even begin to recall any tactics employed by them, legal or otherwise. Nora picked out a couple of books that might interest her. She found a book in her pile on magical medicine that she didn't have yet, and with a proud grin, checked the shelves for anything else that she wanted. She felt accomplished, finding a new book on her chosen career to read, for some reason. Her eyes watched Tim as he went to the counter, and she heard the demeanour of the shop clerk change when talking to him. He was so cute. She smiled happily at him when he came back to her. "I'll just pick this up, is there anywhere else you were looking to go?"[/color] Nora asked, hoping he'd name a few other places, as she didn't want this meeting to end quite yet. She wandered over to the counter, placed her book on the desk and paid for it with coins from her pocket, before returning the change and taking the book in her arms and returning to Tim.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

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