Follow Me
Pari,
London seems pretty cool, what little I have gotten to see of it. Most of my time has been spent in the damn room at the Leaky Cauldron. Got my school supplies three days ago, so I have been sitting in here reading through them since. One or two classes look interesting but most are pretty dull. Oh well, what else is new.
Haven't gotten much of the details about what the school is like or anything else yet, so don't worry I have been on my best behavior. It is probably best not to hack off anyone before I even start school. The only thing that I know is that there are suppose to be eight transfer students to my class and eight to the fifth years.
People around here seem pretty stiff, so I am not really comfortable talking to anyone yet, but I suppose that will change as I get to know people. You know me that shouldn't take long.
And before you start, yes I remember my promise, and no I haven't gotten into any trouble yet….yet.
Later
Norische
Norische folded the letter and sealed it with wax then gave it to Gazer, his eagle owl. Gazer was a gift from Pari, Norische's godmother. She had given the owl to him when his mother died, so that they could stay in contact all the time. Norische walked over to the window and opened it, allowing Gazer to take off.
Norische looked at his watch, ten o'clock. The morning had been pretty dull, but he decided that he was going to take in some of the sites today, and not spend all day inside. So, he started getting dressed, in a few minutes Norische was standing in front of the full-length mirror so graciously provided by the inn. Norische was tall, six-one, even though he was only sixteen. He had a slender built, not quite ribbed but definitely toned. Raven black hair and almost black eyes, that were encases in thick long lashes. Delicate arching eyebrows, an almost slender sophisticated nose, his lips were full and rich, and just a little bit darker than would be appropriate for a male to have. In fact, most people thought he was wearing some type of lip color most of the time, which occasionally led to trouble. His skin was light, although he sometimes would use those instant tans just to give himself a little more color, right now he had an almost ivory tone to his skin…pale and perfect. He had decided on the black leather low riders. The leather was actually lambskin, it was soft and subtle, although not too hot… which considering this was almost August was a good thing. He picked out his black sleeveless t-shirt, simple yet effective, and tucked it into his leathers before he buttoned them up. He didn't bother wearing underwear with these pants since they tended to be too tight and you could see every crease and seem, and besides he liked the feel of the bare leather against his skin. He decided on his black leather scrunch boots; he had just gotten them in London a few days ago and not had yet had a chance to wear them. He put his silver snake armband on his right arm; he loved the way it contrasted with the black tribal tattoo on his left arm. He had his tiny silver bat earring that Pari had given him last Christmas in, he only wore one since he wasn't sure how these people would take him wearing both of them. He attached the other earring to the lip of his boot, so that he wouldn't loose it. Norische brushed his hair back trying to figure out how he wanted to wear it, and then decided to bind it back at the neck. His hair had grown quite a bit in the past year; it was just past his shoulders again thankfully.
The last time he had cut his hair was when his mother died, in November of last year, almost a year now. As was the way of his kind. Norische cut his hair, bound the long flowing ponytail and laid it in the sarcophagus with his mother right before it was sealed. It was the first time his hair had ever been cut. Seeing how long it was now reminded Norische just how long, he had been without her.
With a heavy sigh, Norische decided he was not going to allow himself to think about it right now. He only had one day left and he was going to make the best of it. With that, Norische grabbed his wallet, stuffed it into his back pocket and fastened the money pouch that Pari had given him to the belt loop over his right hip. Even though it looked a little extravagant he had a heavy steel chain hanging from the pouch to his leathers, just incase someone wanted to try and steal it and of course he had a charm or two on the bag itself so even if they tried all they would get is boils on the palms of their hands and the word 'thief' tattooed on their forehead.
Norische took one last look in the mirror, dabbed on a little cologne and headed out the door.
Diagon Alley… the wonders of the wizarding world in London. Oh wow…. While the words sounded so excited, the voice behind then was bored and slightly frustrated. Diagon Alley was interesting enough although Norische had hoped to find some more unique items.
Slug & Jiggers Apothecary proved pretty useful. Norische managed to restock quite a bit actually. Although some of the things he needed they were out of and he had to put in an order for a few things it wasn't half bad. They managed to have the powdered root of asphodel, belladonna, shredded boomslang skin, stewed lacewing flies, powdered unicorn horn, fluxweed, dried dragon's liver, unicorn milk, ground dragon's claw, flubberworm mucus, hellborn, and moonstone, but they were out of biting nettles, shrivel fig dust, runespour eggs, valerian and wolfsbane. So, Norische put an order in for those items and paid for them at the same time. The clerk was nice enough to recommend a shop on Knockturn Alley that wasn't too far away for some of the more interesting ingredients that he needed. Norische also bought quite a few bottles, vials, skins and boxes, while he was here, never smart to be caught without the proper containers.
He stopped by the Eeylops Owl Emporium and picked up some treats for Gazer and some more food, although he rarely had to feed him store bought food, Gazer loved to hunt way too much.
Obscurus Books also was a great find. Norische found several potions books that were, well…not exactly the kind of books that would be approved of by the school. He bought one book called Sexual Magic, Potions To Make a Man Melt In Your Mouth and In Your Hands, and another one Aphrodisiacs for All Occasions. He found one on blood magic but the owner refused to sell it too him due to his age. One on Druimatic potions, called Standing on The Green, and one on lunar potions called The Magic in The Moon. Norische also grabbed a few of the magical book covers while he was at it for his more, interesting reading.
Norische headed down to Knockturn Alley and bought a few things from the street venders, then headed into the Apothecary there. They definitely specialized in the more 'unique' items. Norische got several venoms that he was looking for, a couple of basilisk scales, they even had powdered Dementor dust. While he was there, he picked up a vial of werewolf blood, and some anamorphagus bile as well. The prices in this place were a lot higher than he was used to but Norische paid it, better to have what you need when you need it then not.
Norische shrunk his new finds down to fit in the single bag he had and went on down the street. As he got back up to the main street, Diagon Alley, Norische decided to sit down and take a breather. So, he went over to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and ordered a butterbeer and sat down. Pulling a chair up for his feet, Norische leaned back and put his boots up, relaxing and taking in the locals. After a few minutes, he noticed a rather cute blond watching him out of the corner of his eye.
The blond was probably around sixteen or seventeen maybe. He had almost platinum blond hair, which was slicked back against his head. Norische couldn't see the color of his eyes from here, but his skin was pale and his features aristocratic. Defiantly one of the spoiled rich kid sect. Norische could see that the boy had school robes on, much like the vast majority of teens that were walking around today. Norische was by no means as subtle as the blond at the fact that he was watching him as well. Norische liked to be bold and he liked to flirt so, when the blond looked his way… Norische lifted his glass to him in a silent toast and took a sip. Letting the blond know that he had noticed him watching him too. Immediately the blond repositioned himself in his seat so that his back was to Norische, and appeared to pay more attention to the other four individuals that he was with.
The blond had two goons with him; you could tell just by the way they crowded around him they were almost like bodyguards although they appeared to be around the same age as the blond. There was a rather attractive boy with wavy black hair, not quite as interesting as the blond though but a little better built. He was probably Italian or Greek, Norische guessed…just from his features. There was also a female, very pretty young woman actually. She had dark brown hair, just past her shoulders and her face was gentile and defined… another of the rich kid sect… no doubt. She was sitting across from the blond and every few minutes she would look over his shoulder as see if Norische was still watching.
Norische grinned his devilish grin and titled his head just right. Turning his ear towards the blond and his table. Listening. He knew he wasn't supposed to do it, but he couldn't help it. They would never know he was listening in on their conversation. Being Vampyric with highly acute senses had its benefits, that was for sure. Even from ten feet away he could hear their conversation quite clearly.
"Is he still watching?" blond
"Yeah, wait he has turned away." Female voice
"Who is he?" blond
"No idea, I have never seen him before." Male voice, probably the dark haired one.
"Now what is he doing?" blond
"Just sipping his drink and watching something outside I think. He has the cutest smirk." Female again.
"Shut up Pansy." Ah Pansy is it…well that gives one of them a name.
"Don't be mean Draco, I cant help it if I think he is cute." Draco… hmmm… Dragon, interesting. The blond is Draco, the female is Pansy, that leaves three then.
"Those pants look like they are painted on, I bet they are so tight he isn't wearing anything underneath them." Male voice, again probably the dark haired one.
"Blaise…that is so wrong. Just because you like blokes doesn't mean that everyone is perverted like you." Pansy whispered. Note to self, dark haired one is Blaise, probably gay and sounds like fun…hmm…perverted.
Norische took a second to think. Then without notice "AACHHEWW!". Norische sneezed so hard it brought a tear to his eye and knocked his packages to the floor. Mumbling under his breath, Norische pulled his boots off the chair in front of him and got down on his knees to crawl under the table to pick up the dropped items. Making sure his perfect, leather clad ass was aimed right at their table.
"Draco! Draco look!" Pansy excitedly squealed.
"Oh Bloody Hell! I wonder if has any idea what his ass is doing to me right now? By the way, I was right, no scruffies." Blaise breathed
Draco turned and could not help but stare at the full round ass that he saw pointed his direction. "Bloody Hell." Was all that he said.
Norische could hear them, even from where he was at; he couldn't help but grin at Draco's reaction. Norische didn't wiggle his ass or make any lude movements like he so desperately wanted to do, but he kept it calm and real. So, he just kept mumbling about how stupid he was and reaching around for the scattered items. It took a few minutes to find them all, he even had to put his head all the way to the ground to see one item that had made it underneath the platform for the table, the perfect knee-chest position, with his long and lithe back bowed.
"He is definitely doing that on purpose. No one can do that and not know what he is doing." Blaise whispered huskily.
"Oh Merlin…" Draco agreed.
As Norische picked up the last package, he placed them all back up on the table. Then sat back on the heels of his boots. His shirt had long since gotten un-tucked and so as he sat back you could see the crack of his ass…since the leathers he had chosen were his low riders.
"Yep, no scruffies." Blaise noticed.
"Merlin." Pansy couldn't help but look.
Without further ado, Norische got back up on his feet in one swift movement, not even bothering to hold on to anything to rise. In one graceful almost catlike movement he was standing. He looked down at this pants and bent down to dust off the dirt, twisting this way and that making sure he got it all. Then he tucked his shirt back in, picked up his tiny packages putting them all back in the bag he had them in originally then fastened the bag to his trousers. Norische picked up his butterbeer and drank the last little bit, and then looked over to Draco's table…he knew they were all watching him still. In one unexpected moment, Draco and Norische's eyes met. Ah, they are either light blue or gray, still cant tell from this distance… Their eyes stayed fixed until Norische smiled, and nodded. Then he headed out the door.
Norische was still thinking about the blond and didn't even bother to notice the three young people walking down the sidewalk as he came out of the Ice Cream Parlor. Norische ran right into someone knocking both the individual and his packages flying.
Norische was quite a bit taller than the young man laying on the ground…hmm this one is cute too, and same school cape…I wonder.
Norische knelt down on one knee next to the young man. "I am so sorry, it was all my fault I didn't even pay attention to where I was going. Are you ok?
"Harry, are you ok there mate?" Ok this one's name is Harry. So, who were the red head and the girl then?
"I'm ok Ron, where's my stuff?" Raven hair is Harry, and red head is Ron, got it.
"Harry, are you sure your ok?" the girl exclaimed as she knelt down next to Harry.
"Hermione I am fine now just help me get my schools stuff before it gets stepped on." Ok girl is Hermione, which answers that.
"Ah…Harry…I am sorry, let me help you up." Norische extended his hand to Harry, who thankfully took it.
Ron and Hermione were picking up packages all over the sidewalk when Ron brought one over to Harry. "Sorry Harry, looks like your ink didn't make it." Ron handed Harry the dripping box.
"Crap! Harry, where did you get that stuff from?" Norische asked as he cast "contineo" on the leaking package to keep it from leaking on everything.
"Thanks for that. Umm the stationary store. By the way…have we met? Harry asked.
"No, but my name is Norische De LeNoir, and they called you Harry so I am assuming that is your name." Norische reached over and took the damaged package from Harry.
"Yeah, Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you, now where is that stationary store located." Norische asked. Hermione pointed thee doors down and across the street. "If you wouldn't mind Harry I would like to replace the items I broke."
"You don't have too." He replied as he bent down to dust his robes off.
"Yes I do, I should have been paying attention. Now please allow me to make this right."
"Ok, I guess." Harry reluctantly agreed and the led the way to the stationary store.
Once inside Norische took the package up to the counter and handed it to the clerk. "Thank you, I would like to replace anything in this package that was damaged, if you please."
"Of course, it will take just a moment to gather the items."
"It is very nice of you to replace the stuff, Mr. De LeNoir." Hermione smiled.
Norische smiled back. "It is only right, and please call me Norische."
A blush rose to her cheeks. "Then please call me Hermione."
This got her another smile.
The clerk came back with the necessary items, and placed them on the counter. "Here you go young man."
"Could you please add in an Everlast, and a singing quill for me as well… oh Harry, do you prefer silver, gold, or platinum?" Norische asked
"You don't have to…" Harry started to protest about the extra items.
"Harry, please… silver, gold or platinum?"
"Ah…gold…I guess." Harry looked a little confused.
"Make that a gold Everlast please Ma'am." Norische said. Then he handed her the necessary coins and took the package. "Thank you very much."
Norische turned and handed the package to Harry smiling.
"What is a singing quill?" Asked Ron.
Hermione opened her mouth but before she could answer Norische explained. "A singing quill is an enchanted quill that allows the person writing to attach a song or tune to what ever is being written. Like if you are writing a love letter you can have the quill add a romantic ballad or if you are writing your Christmas cards you can add a Yule song. All you have to do is say.. cantito e maxima.. if you know the song you want but don't know how to hum the tune then you simply tell it cantito e maxima 'jingle bells' and every time someone opens or reads the card it will play jingle bells."
Harry listened intently at the instructions of how to use the new quill. "Thank you, but you didn't have to do that."
"Sure I did. Harry, if I am going to bruise a blokes butt then he is going to come out of it with more that a sore bum the next morning." Norische said with a smile…fully aware of the double meaning in his words.
Harry and Hermione both blushed beet read, so he knew they understood as well…. Ron on the other hand didn't catch on too swift, but all of the sudden you could see the red spread all the way up to the roots of his flaming red hair. Even the clerk had to hide a giggle as she walked away.
"Ah…" cough. "yeah. Umm, well thanks." Harry was still having problems with the innuendo.
Norische wrote a note to himself, either Harry isn't interested in guys or he is a virgin. "Hey Harry. I noticed the crest on your robes, is that a school crest?"
"Actually it is a house crest, all three of us are from Gryffindor." Harry answered, glad that Norische had changed the subject.
As they walked out of the shop Norische asked. "That is at Hogwarts right?"
"Yeah, there is Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin." Harry replied. "Why?" Harry found it a little odd that Norische was curious about the school but appeared to know so little about it.
"Well I start there in a couple of days and I sort of figured that the information might help." Norische responded.
Hermione was thrilled. "You are going to be going to Hogwarts too. What year?"
Norische smiled at her. "I'm starting my sixth year. I am a transfer student from the Americas, specifically Abbryes in Chicago. There are eight sixth years and eight fifth years that are transferring in, from what they said."
"Wow! We are sixth years too. No one has mentioned a transfer program that I know about though." Hermione stated.
"I don't know much about it, Pari just packed my stuff and had it waiting when I got back from New Orleans, that was a week ago, and I have been here in London for almost four days now." Norische smirked.
Harry looked at Norische. "Pari?"
"My godmother, her name is actuallyParinitra, but I call her Pari." Norische explained.
"Must be a real shock to ya then mate?" Ron asked.
"A little, but it's ok. I love an adventure. Besides, I have never been to England before so it has been very interesting. Sometimes the language barrier is a problem but I manage."
Ron looked confused. "Language barrier. But we all speak English, what barrier is there."
"Actually it is more of a cultural than language barrier. Simple things like loo, we say bathroom or restroom. Crisps are Chips. Boots are what I wear on my feet and not the back end of a car. And some of the foods you guys eat is, well…hard to get used too, like kidney pie… blahh… I prefer not to eat internal organs." Norische made a face with the last comment that got a laugh out of all three of them.
Harry smiled. "Well I hope you enjoy it here. If you need help, we are in Gryffindor so hopefully we will see you later."
"Thanks, and nice meeting you three." Norische extended his hand to Harry with a smile. Harry smiled back and shook his hand, as did Ron. When Norische extended his hand to Hermione though after she shook his hand, he kept a firm grip on her hand and brought it to his lips in a gentle kiss.
"Hey there mate, that's my girlfriend your mushing up with there." Ron was getting angry as he watched the whole thing.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed.
Norische released Hermione's hand and turned to Ron, putting his hand on Ron's shoulder he whispered something in Ron's ear. Ron listened intently still fuming then his expression changed and he grinned nodding. Norische stepped back and nodded to Harry and Hermione then headed off down the street.
"What did he say Ron?" Harry asked.
"He said 'treat her like a lady and her world is yours to command, oh and by the way I prefer blokes, I think he is a poof Harry."
Harry laughed at Ron's expression. Hermione didn't think it was funny at all. "Ron it isn't polite to call someone a poof, that's slang…it's not nice. If he prefers boys then you can say he's gay or homosexual but not a poof."
Both boys rolled their eyes at Hermione.