Eleen: I'm sick and stuck in bed and reading Pottersues so I've dusted off the ol' 150.
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Nott was elated as he rushed to tell Blaise the reason why he was running into Divination so elated.
"Blaise!" Nott cried, rushing to his seat, elated (that children, is what my English teacher calls a misplaced modifier).
"Nott," Blaise turned his attention from the house he was building out of Tarot cards, "Why are you so elated?"
"Grandpa Nott came through!" Nott extracted from his book bag a piece of parchment, proudly. Blaise snatched it out of his hand and began to read. "I shall, at dusk, finally wed my true love Pansy Parkinson!"
(If you remember Nott wrote his grandfather at the end of the sexual lubricant chapter)
Blaise looked up from the parchment explaining his friends' arranged marriage, "And she agreed to this?" The Slytherin could barely contain his doubt.
"Not yet. But she will! As you can read, her family informed her this morning. All I have to do is show up at the lake at five and the Parkinsons are taking care of everything." Nott was animated as he began to extract items from his book bag and added, "They've very happy their daughter is marring into my family."
"I'm sure they are but…" Blaise paused for a beat. "Don't you think she might be caught a bit off guard?"
"But…I've made no secret to her of my feelings."
"And she's made no secret of hers." Blaise pointed out, referring to Pansy's point-blank refuses and occasional violent threats that were always the response to any advance made by Nott.
"She'll get over that, I have it on great authority," Nott seemed unperturbed he reached into his bag and bulled out a shiny plastic ball.
"What's that?" Blaise couldn't help but ask as his classmate shook the strange ball forcefully.
"It is my new found secret, fool-proof way of acing Divination. I got it through Owl-order. Watch," he ordered as he whispered to the ball, "Will Pansy arrive at the Lake tonight a Blushing Bride?"
Nott flipped over the ball and peered through a tiny plastic window slight obscured by a dark bubbling liquid. Soon, they two boys could make out a single word:
Definitely.
"Isn't it wicked?" Nott gushed. "Just look at my homework!" He shoved their latest worksheet from Professor Trelawney.
l. If Mars is in its sixth house will there be a strong chance of peril?
Absolutely!
2. If Venus is perpendicular to Uranus will all children born on Mondays have good luck for the next fortnight?
My sources say no.
3. If your Great Grandmother has a long Love Line and a short Life Line will you find true love?
Ask again later.
Blaise looked up at Nott.
"Seriously?"
"Yep. So I've got nothing to worry about." Nott explained, confidently. "Pansy will show up, we'll get married, be bonded for eternity and all her doubts of me will Vanish. At least, definitely after our wedding night."
Nott winked dramatically, but the cocky smile melted of his face a second later. He looked like a man suddenly stuck by an epiphany, and not pleasant one.
"What?" Blaise asked at his sudden drastic change of expression.
"I have to go shower."
Nott quickly gathered all his belongings into his bag including the magical ball. He pushed his homework over to his friend.
"Here, you can copy my answers, they're sure winners," he offered quickly before tearing down the aisle and dropping through the trap door, leaving Blaise to sigh in an almost bored manner. All the drama around him was getting boring, he felt very condescending where it was concerned.
Frowning at Nott horrible answers he muttered to himself, "This can only end badly."
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Rule #23: I will not bring a Magic Eight Ball to Divination class.
