Sometimes it can seriously freak out the other first-year Slytherins just how…different Peverell can be. Not in a bad way but he's just different on a level that they can't actually understand nor comprehend in the fashion he does things. Marvolo was a whole different thing to get into, obsessive to an unseen degree yet delicate in the way he goes about it not trying to scare off the object of his affection only trying to pull them closer in a subtle manner. It was strange, usually, people with that level of deep-rooted infatuation can't hold back in the way they display certain emotions towards that person or that thing.
Both boys were weird to put it lightly.
They never said that to their faces, Ailill can get a bit prickly when such words are said around his other half.
Ailill is smart that much was given but it wasn't just the smarts you see in books or regurgitating information you constantly hear either or in Ailill's case just sees once, he's street smart. He could tell you the best way to gouge out an eye while keeping your eyeball perfectly intact or he could tell you the best way to get from point A to point B while retaining high levels of energy being the most efficient possible person you can be. If given enough motivation and time it was without a doubt that he could manipulate the teachers (not that he hasn't before) into playing right into his hand. Most of the time they're quite happy to go along with it, it was nothing malicious he was simply just too charming and quite adorable.
Abraxas thought Ailill was simply splendid with that finess of information gathering, his family had always been more so advisers than fighters, and they took great pride in being the ones to know other's playing cards. Ailill would fit in well wearing the Malfoy last names. He's sure his father and mother would approve especially once meeting him. It was almost like a power trip the way they could sprinkle certain words into conversations that will allow the other party to know that they know exactly how they thought things were going to play out, that they knew every little detail about the other in a way that was almost like mind fucking with them.
Ailill would make a great Malfoy.
There was serious competition in getting that to happen, sometimes he doesn't even know if it is worth the effort but then Ailill smiles that little quirk of his lips, praises Abraxas for something so mundane yet it strikes so deeply at his core sending shock waves of both shy euphoria and guilty pleasure. Abraxas was a little love-starved and no matter how small it was compared to Marvolo, Ailill gave him a smidge and like a drug addict, he was hooked.
He wasn't the only one who had such thoughts, and as the years go by he is sure the numbers will only grow.
How…unfortunate.
Summer exams were still a whole 3 and a half months away yet the teachers insisted on talking about them every five seconds constantly bringing up the questions on whether they were studying or not. Ailill was going to go crazy if someone asked him again.
Like seriously…take a break what's the rush.
Surprisingly Ailill is still thinking over his theory of neutralization from Defence against the Dark Arts class, putting valuable time to voluntarily test and research his theory, Tom hasn't seen him this motivated in months, and it's honestly a sight to see. Nearly every day now Ailill toddles along with Tom to the library where he will sprawl out messily across the table sitting down with a large book focused on magical theory and the laws of magic. The other boys join them too although both Avery and Alphard seemed far more interested in seeing how many braids they can plait into Ailill's unbound hair. He goes away nearly every evening with at least 50 tiny braids in his hair to which he employs the help of Abraxas and Rastus to remove them as Tom puts away the books for the nights.
They were kinda cute though.
Dumbledore had been more active as well recently in trying to catch Ailill for another conversation, thank the gods however that he had the excuse of being too busy to study that he, unfortunately, has to decline such invitations. He may have said a bit too much that last time they spoke, the last thing Ailill wants is to be put in psychiatric care after being told he's a danger to himself, like yeah? He knows, that's the whole point.
Plus Tom would not take to being separated well, the last thing Ailill needs is him committing a crime that he can't get out of especially without Ailill by his side.
Ugh, living is so hard.
Slughorn was a person with a fine eye, he knew how to forge connections, play favours and indebt people in a way that makes them want to pay him back not being reluctant in doing so. He's a Slytherin right down to his bones just in a sense different from what people with pre-conceived perceptions think.
That's why he knew something great was going to become of Marvolo Slytherin and Ailill Peverell, not just because of the last name they held but because of their outstanding ability to just understand magic. Sure they study and read new knowledge like every other child but they don't just take in the knowledge they process it and innately get just what exactly is magic. They reminded him of stories of older wizards and witches, ones who live on the very earth that soaked the magic around it and breathed its sentience, these two boys called to magic, and magic called back.
You can mold magic all you like in this life but getting to communicate your desires and wants with its more raw thoughts is something not so commonly seen. Older more 'barbaric' practices in eastern and southern countries still hold on to this but even their after generations of exposure don't hold as much as a bond.
It's almost like they were magic themselves. Born from nothing and breathed life by magics will. Slughorn was both astounded and eager to see what they will do with their lives and where it would take them.
Would they bring upon a new era? Show the magical world a whole new discovery? Will they fade to obscurity as time goes by or will they be names revered and known for years to go by? He doesn't know but just seeing them in their nearest stage of budding he's confident to say they will alter history somehow.
He's never truly been wrong when he predicts something like this, a bit off the mark? Sure but not too far off.
He's been excitedly prepping for the next season where the first years will be making potions with partners, it comes around the time of Bealtaine where magic flows like rivers and people are less high-strung. This makes it the perfect time for partner brewing because there is less likely for there to be a major conflict that could impact the process of brewing the potion.
He already knows Peverell and Slyhtiern will pair together, they work so well like a perfectly oiled machine going through the motions that had been done for several lifetimes. He had never seen two people so, in tune with one another, he could watch it all day.
The two were one of a kind, if he didn't know better he would almost call them soulmates born for each other and molded from the same clay yet broken apart when descending to earth only to reunite and become whole once more. It was a common story told representing love in its purest form.
Romantic love, platonic love, familial love.
It was a story to show how there were so many different kinds of love and that all were equal, that you should never put one above the other for how can you discard one for another. Does it then not truly add up to love and instead of a pale imitation?
Not many of the 'Elite' follow it, they declare blood over everything, and in hindsight, that's good so long as it's not suffocating the one they're preaching to. What is blood with no foundation to be set upon?
Peverell and Slytherin hold no blood between them (other than extremely distant cousins) their tempering of love was built by themselves in an effort of their own, it was humbling to see such young children already so connected to one another. Some may call it obsessive and too co-dependent but they've clearly never seen two soulmates in the flesh.
Because that, Horence would wager, is exactly what they are.