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Tick, tock, tick, tock. Explosives ringing in his ears, Tay had to hurry, if he wanted to arrive at the Great Hall before the Sorting Ceremony had reached its final conclusive stage. As he surpassed the high arched dungeons maze, spiraling down corridors and flying past fleets of stairways, all in the hopes, that he might find her.

But he hadn’t, as luck should have it, and now? Now, he’s going to be late.

Wand in tow, William snaked past the towering oak doors of the Great Hall, a scarce whisper flittering through the leaves of every perched student without a sound. His eyes roamed heavily, scanning the Gryffindor table first and foremost, always ever-curious to the tidings of the lions’ den. Gliding over the heads of upperclassmen and professor’s alike, his gaze fell frozen on a familiar creature perched at the foot of the Staff Table. A wolfhound, it seemed, held the ever persistent eyes of the predator, tame, yes, but still a beast of carnal retribution akin to instinct.

The simplistic ideals cast in metal and stone were etched upon his features, by flint and chisel. That stony resolution turned upon the professor of Transfiguration, his mentor. But a curious eye couldn’t help but notice the iconic face of familiarity upon the head of the hall. Near the far end of the long table, he spotted mirrored eyes wrought in gold, those of his uncle, Remington Nott.

A curious smile flittered upon the features of the young Duke of Wales, slithering along on air to the far end of the hall where the Slytherin table had resided. Amongst the crowd, he spotted the first years, nearly all of which encompassing the same height as his own, if not, just a bare inch smaller.

The heir to the vast Nott wealth and lineage, Tay donned the iconic eyes of the Nott’s, gold. He stood perhaps a scarce few inches above the five foot, the first sign of growth in at least five years. He was lean, yet robust, a certain rounded quality had found his cheeks, but being of long of limb and broad of shoulder, and sinewy of stance, several aspects seemed quite too large for his short statured frame—such as his broad hands worn and calloused by the years of fencing competitions. The Slytherin serpent and emerald lace trimmed his school robes, but another emblem could be noted, that of the English Bullmastiff, his family sigil.

Gliding forward as he approached the Slytherin Table, he lifted a callous smile upon his lips as he closed in on the vicinity of the table harboring the abundance of its first years. ”Welcome, welcome, to your first year at Hogwarts, I’m William Dante Nott the Third—but, you mates cn call me Tay.” He greeted, boisterous, and regal, with a smile that bled of poison and love. ”I have a wonderful surprise for you, mates.” The smirk that grew on his lips told the tale of an untold hymn.

With a motioning hand, Tay encouraged the young children close, his hand revealing an extendable enchanted velvet coin purse brimming with delights. Reveling in the delight of suspense as he waited to enrapture the attention of those first years around him with the gifts he would begin offering to each.

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Pleasure, it spiraled forth from a forked tongue of twisting tales as he slithered closer and closer towards the table, towards the center of the world. The velvet bag was held wistfully in the palm of his hand, light as a feather. He placed it on the grand oak table, the velvet laden curtain spilled open easily, unfurling like petals to reveal its glittering treasures for the first years gathered around.

His eyes like golden fire roared forth, blazing through the crowd, depicting features and faces, emotions and memories. Youth, new and old, had surrounded him, and his gaze tore into the back of Ronyo’s mind, just for one tormenting moment, before swirling around, pausing upon Jessica Sasserath and her blazing red locks, and Hildegard Balford, the flickering shadow he had seen through the passing darkness. But, the ferocity of all of his focus detailed the first year that had noticed him first, freckles against ivory skin, blonde hair and glistening blue eyes. He motioned her closer, a smirk twirling on his lips as his fingers reached forth, widening the mouth of the unfurled velvet coin purse.

After rustling through the gentle clinks of metal against silver and gold and crystal and gems, it could only mean one thing, jewelry. Each and every one was unique, but ever bracelet was carved into that of a serpent. Some were simple silver or gold, others were ornate porcelain or crystal, decorated in jewels, and others were wrought in iron, simplistic and bold. ”You can have any one you like,” he promised, gesturing forth with a simple wave. ”They’re all charmed, the snakes will animate, sometimes they’ll slither up to be a circlet, other times they’ll dance on your wrist.”

Although the velvet coin purse had seemingly unveiled the entirety of its contents, he reached for the bag once again after arranging the bracelets on the table to gather up a handful of rings. Each one was of a different material, fashion, and design, but they all embellished the Slytherin crest. ”And these are for the boys,” Tay spilled the remaining rings alongside the bracelets, each one glittering against the candlelight ceiling. ”They’re enchanted too—“ Tay paused, glancing left and right, wary of professors, and certain prefects. ”But I should probably explain to you chums when we’re in our dorms after the feast.”

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Curiosity had arisen, and it would not suffice him to will away until he could learn all that he could. A brow had been risen, but not a single threat of animosity had been taken, in fact, it was quite the contrary. He donned a smile of feign innocence, one that purposefully proposed that whatever he had come for—he would find.

”Well, you’re going to be an interesting one, I can tell.” He humored, delighting himself with an abrasive smile. ”It’s your first day at Hogwarts, and being sorted with the best, well, you’d think that’d be a special occasion enough of in itself. We are all in the same house, after all, that sort of makes us family, doesn't it?”

“Besides… didn’t anyone ever tell you it was rude to not accept a gift?” He was teasing her, really, with a smirk tugging at his lips. ”In any case, you’re free to do whatever you like, that is your right. But, it’s also my right, to continue, to try and try and try, until you accept one of my gifts.”

Diverting his attention to the rest of the gathered crowd, Tay’s British tenor voice drawled on. ”And, you are all welcome and encouraged to join Hogwarts Etiquette Club, we could always use fresh new faces.”

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When he, once again, was shot down with the immediate eye of suspicious intrigue, he could not, at all, resist himself the urge—so—temptation he fell into. He tilted his head to one side, mirroring the suspicion that he knew was hidden under a thin veneer mask of porcelain upon the blonde face and blue eyes that had spotted him first, and foremost. ”Well now, I have to admit, I’m a bit hurt.” Even as he spoke, poisonous humor rolled off of his tongue, a smile forming on his lips as he continued to dabble in social etiquettes.

”Here I am, just trying to be nice—“ He shook his head, barely about to contain the grin that spread forth like wildfire. A carnal humor rose to delight in his eyes of gold, glittering reflections back into the eyes of the beholder, a gentle and generous chuckle cascading from his lips like a waterfall.

It wasn’t until he caught note of the ever-silent Slytherin, a girl, with curious inquisitive eyes mirroring each and every detail, but not only mirroring—but remembering. A wide smile spilled at his lips when she lifted her spirits, raised her chin, and began to speak. A sparkling glint of intrigue boasted in his eyes. ”A pleasure to meet you, Selene. Please, I hope you’ll accept one of my gifts.” He gestured, eyeing her up and down and assuring the young girl a special place in his memory.

”Well, if you are all so intent on understanding why I’m doing this, then, I’ll tell you.” He decided upon a whim. ”My first year here—in fact—my first day here, I was in fist fight, lost twenty five points, and was immediately chastised for the next several years. To make matters worse, it didn’t exactly help that the other boy was a Slytherin, too.

“Well, animosity sparked, and, we lost the House Cup for four years in a row….

“So, yes, if it means that we’ll all have the House Cup, then I would like for us all to get along… Now is that so bad?” He wondered aloud, glancing to each and every, spending a precise moment to capture each in the eye before moving on to the next. But, was that honesty, or deception, that had twinkled in his eyes?

Glancing over at a new blonde that had sparked up. ”You can have anyone you like..” He managed to say to Amanda, just moments before her spitfire round was directed to Juniper.