Niccolò
Too sexy for our shirts?
Fri Jan 3, 2014 00:35
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Niccolò flipped through the textbook, dark eyes flashing with piqued interest, grazing the hasty scrawl of inky notes that he’d left in the margins, trying to find a clue to the answer he sought. While the pigeon he’d conjured flew around the room, some of its feathers began to splinter from its body and float down through the air, landing on several students’ heads, including his own and Veronika’s, grey stems entwined within his dark curls and her blonde locks. Too distracted to notice the rapid disintegration of his bird, he popped his head back up from the creased pages to nod eagerly at Veronika.

“Yeah, maybe they are real, but how are they being conjured?” He picked up another cookie, waving it a little between his fingers. “We can’t create food through magic, but we can fill up our goblets with water. Does that make the water real? Did it come from the nearest ocean and get distilled midway or something?” A contemplative pause, and then Niccolò promptly munched down on the cookie, his tongue now buried beneath chocolate layers, unable to taste the new additions. Restricted from speech, he merely shrugged and shook his head at her suggestion to ask Professor Clarke for answers, preferring his own research and prodding Veronika to theorize beside him.

He wasn’t exactly sure where he stood with her. In some ways, their situation was ridiculous; she had stopped their affair with a hard slap to his face, furious on behalf of Amelia, who Niccolò was now completely in love with, a hard prodding in the back of his head that sought to remind him of memories he shared with the tall, beautiful girl that was to be his wife. Despite this perfect love, Niccolò couldn’t help remembering his feelings for Veronika; imperfect, clumsy and new, an exciting sort of tumble down the stairs that left him feeling sore at the very end, stumbling and tripping and laughing loud and hard except when they got trapped in the dark and quiet, where the future hovered above their heads and reminded them this couldn’t possibly last.

With Amelia, there was no expiration date, and that should have been comforting. Their relationship would stretch on forever. There was nothing doomed about them, with the obvious support of their families, and their lives assuredly filled with wealth and prosperity, respect and privilege. They had nothing to fight for, nothing to strive towards, and nothing to earn. Like a headache rippling from the base of his skull, Niccolò was forcibly reminded of more memories, more instances that proved how much he loved this girl he’d been tied to.

Still, in the presence of Veronika, nothing could distract him from the fact that a part of him still craved her favorable opinion. She had a job up on Pearl Street, and while extremely smart and still adorable, he didn’t doubt she would face types of prejudice in the future, whether due to her blood status or gender or lack of wealth. It was wrong of him to romanticize her situation… but he couldn’t help but envy her the struggles she would likely face. He felt like he had no impressive scars to show for her, save for the scabs left unhealed on his lower back, itching around his ankles, scattered bruises from bludger beatings and hard blocks of the Quaffle against his chest.

You’re in a good mood,” Niccolò blinked, a faint smile already spread across his face. “Did you have a good weekend?” He cocked his head at her question, not consciously aware that his behavior was different than that of the past two months at school.

“Nope, not especially.” His smile spread into a grin, a mischievous glint briefly flashing between his teeth. “Guess you just light up my day, Blackburn.”

  • I think we’re two of a kindIka, Thu Jan 2 23:11
    “Hey.” Ika grinned. She’d been a bit worried about Nicco all semester—except during Draco’s Quidditch practices, he’d been sort of weird. The first few times she’d assumed it was sleep deprivation or ... more
    • Too sexy for our shirts? — Niccolò, Fri Jan 3 00:35
      • I’d rather keep my shirt onIka, Fri Jan 3 01:29
        “Well, it has to be real. I guess it’s like, the opposite of Vanishing things. So wherever stuff goes when you Vanish it… is the same place that stuff comes from when you conjure?” This was the part... more
        • Then I dunno what we have in common.Niccolò, Fri Jan 3 02:29
          “Like an alternate plane of existence where everything that’s ever been vanished is stored?” Niccolò wasn’t sure if that was exactly what she meant, but it sounded cool. “So everything imaginable has ... more
          • “No, I was thinking more like—like clay?” Ika wasn’t sure it made sense, so she elaborated. “Like it… it’s just unformed stuff on the alternate plane or whatever. And when you conjure, pull it back... more
            • How smooth do you think I think I am?Niccolò, Fri Jan 3 05:41
              “A world of clay.” Niccolò’s tongue darted out, licking off the chocolate still lingering at the corners of his mouth. “A world of limitless imagination. That sounds kind of incredible. Imagine if... more
              • You think you’re a smooth criminalIka, Fri Jan 3 19:59
                Ika considered Nicco’s take on the theory. “Well, I think,” she said, “you’d just turn into—into the clay, if you ended up there. Like the rest of things. You don’t get to be Prometheus and sculpt a... more
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