I'm sick in the middle of summer. Whoop de do.
A special thanks to my beta reader, Ayano's Theory of Relativity for helping me with this chapter! You have Ayano to thank for the lack of abysmal grammar.
Summary: Will is, and always has been, a cheerful Ravenclaw. He's sure that anything can happen if you work towards it hard enough, but then again, he's failed in trying to ask Nico, a Gryffindor, out for three consecutive years. This year he's determined to make it happen, but every time Nico looks at him, Will's brain goes into overload.
Year 1:
Will was beyond ecstatic to have been placed in Ravenclaw, where fellow minded people accepted him with open arms. He took immediately to the blue and silver attire, along with the long nights of studying and willingness to read anything he could get his hands on.
On the first day of class Will arrived with several fresh rolls of parchment and a new bottle of ink, together giving off one of his favorite scents. His bag was overflowing from the sheer amount of books he had tried to squeeze there, though he ultimately didn't succeed in shoving them all in. Unfortunately, this resulted in him walking around with a good two or three in his arms on the way to the first of many Transfiguration classes.
Will was the only one there when he reached the classroom, so he took a seat near the front and pulled out his textbook. People began to slowly file in, and a girl with purple streaks in her hair and Gryffindor garments took a seat next to him, introducing herself as Lou Ellen. Almost immediately though, she began to argue with another Gryffindor that had taken a seat behind her. Will heard her call him Cecil.
"You enchanted an extendable ear to make it float up to the girls' dormitory!" Lou Ellen chastised her friend.
"Wait- that's what this is about? I thought you found the-" Cecil began before cutting himself off.
"What? What didn't I find?" Lou Ellen asked, eyes wide.
"Nothing," Cecil mumbled as he turned his gaze down and a tinge of red began to creep up his neck.
"We've been here less than a week and you've already done enough to get yourself expelled," Lou Ellen hissed.
"I think that's a school record," Will interjected.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Cecil asked.
"Will Solace. Ravenclaw," Will responded, pointing at his blue and silver tie.
"Cecil Markowitz. Prankster extraordinaire," the Gryffindor boy replied.
"Whatever you do- don't trust him around your wallet or any sort of spray can," Lou Ellen warned Will, her face utterly serious.
"How do you know this?" Will asked.
"Oh- he's one of my best friends," she responded nonchalantly.
By this point the teacher had entered the room and the first years immediately clammed up. For the Ravenclaws it was out of an eagerness to learn, but the Gryffindors just wanted to avoid being called on by the teacher.
"What do you have next?" Lou Ellen asked, once Transfiguration had finished.
"History of Magic," Cecil answered.
Lou smacked him upside the head, "I know what you have next- we have the exact same schedule."
"Then why'd you ask?!" Cecil half yelled back, rubbing the back of his head.
"I was asking Will you doofus," the young witch snapped.
Will chuckled before responding, "I have double Charms next. Then Herbology after lunch."
"What a coinky dink!" Lou said, "So do we!"
"Well I guess I'll see you in Herbology then," Will said, a smile growing on his face.
"Guess we will. Come along Cecil, we don't want to be late now do we? Bye Will!" Lou Ellen called as she began to drag her unwilling friend out the door and towards their next class.
Meanwhile Cecil was mouthing words to Will, almost as though he was pleading for help. A dark haired boy followed the pair out of the room, immediately catching Will's attention. His deep brown eyes gazed into Will's sparkling blue ones for a fleeting moment before the stranger was caught in a riptide of students. All Will saw as the boy was swept away was a flash of the Gryffindor crest on his robes. One glance and Will felt as if he were hopped up on Amortentia.
After Charms with Hufflepuff, Will searched for the dark haired boy at lunch, but he was nowhere to be seen. Will's luck seemed to have taken a turn though, because the first thing he saw as he walked into the greenhouse was the boy he had just been looking for. In the far corner, all by himself, were the deep eyes he had searched for all through lunch. Before he could move to speak with the boy however, Lou Ellen stepped into his frame of vision with Cecil close behind.
"Hey Will," she greeted him, "just a warning- Binns is such a boring teacher. He just went on and on. I don't know how I'm going to survive an entire year with him. And then we'll have him again next year. And the year after. Oh Merlin, this is going to suck."
Will smiled a bit at her antics, but his focus was still on the boy in the corner.
"Hey Lou? Who's that?" he asked, pointing over at the raven haired boy in the corner.
"Oh, that's Nico di Angelo. Honestly, I don't know why he's in Gryffindor. Seems more like a Slytherin to me," Lou Ellen answered.
"Don't judge a book by its cover," Will mumbled, removing his gaze from Nico to focus on the teacher as the lesson begun.
Little did the Gryffindor know, Will constantly glanced at him out of the corner of his eye throughout the rest of class.
Update: still sick. My tissue box is really taking a beating. Planning on continuing this story.