falling all over you ,

[nate]

I SAW YOU CHOSE TO LOOK THE OTHER WAY
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potions was not one of nate's favorite subjects. nor was it one of his better ones academic wise. sure the first couple of years of the class had been pretty basic but as you go up in school, the classes get harder. make's sense. it wasn't that he was bad in potions or got a D, for dreadful, for the marking period. no nate would probably di if he got bellow an A, and even that was pushing it. but lately he just didn't understand the curriculum. slughorn wasn't a bad teacher, just a bit odd and got some what distracted at times. during his entire first year at hogwarts he had constantly called him a variety of different names, never nate. it wasn't till the following year that he got his name but no matter how many time's nate insisted on being called nate, slughorn always called him nathaniel. only his mother ever calls him nathaniel. nate supposed it was better then being called john or darren or something. besids that slughorn seemed to know what he was doing, potion wise anyway.

it was only the beginning of the year and nate had decided he better get a tutor now. he had asked slughorn if he could help him. slughorn said he was to busy and said that nate really didn't need a tutor and that he was passing. nate really wasn't the pestering type but begged his proffesor to find someone to help him. about a week later slughorn had stopped him to tell him that he had found a tutor and to meet him the next monday afternoon. slughorn didn't give a name but had slipped out that it was a girl. it made the ravenclaw boy slightly nervous. one reason was because he didn't know who the tutor was; he hoped it wasn't someone really smart but really mean. the other reason was that his tutor was a girl. nate knew he was bound to say something to her. he hoped at least it would be someone that he knew, maybe in his house or year.

drumming his fingers on the desk, nate waited patiently in the potions classroom for his tutor. he had gotten there a bit early to set up but luckly for him slughorn had left ingredients and supplies from the last lesson. out of boredom he got up from his seat, back to the door, and begin to look around the room. he traced his fingers along the potion bottles, reading off some of the names in his head. most were familiar, some were not. he picked up one of the bottles containing what looked to be a blue liquid he hadn't heard of. he examined the bottle closely but didn't open it. one of the first rules; don't open, smell, drink or eat unknown substances, especially in potions class. nate didn't know if that was a standard rule or not but it was one of his own safety rules. lame but it's better then being in the hospital wing on account of poisening himself. now that would just be stupid. he placed the bottle back on the shelf, almost dropping the glass container on the floor. to his surprise and luck he caught it and carefully and slowly placed it back. nice save nate, he thought proudly to himself.

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TAGGED mollie / marissa
WORD COUNT five five eight.
CREDIT all mine.
LYRICS borderline/open your heart – madonna.
NOTES lack of muse = short, failure post.

[mollie colette podomore]

Mollie Colette Podomore did not care if she was a nerd. Back when she was in her younger years at Hogwarts, she definitely cared what other people thought of her. Now that she was graduating next year, she became less and less worried with what people thought about her. Mollie considered herself a nerd; she was good at all of her classes (save a few). One of those few was not Potions. Potions with Professor Slughorn was probably her favorite subject. Potions had always clicked with her. Was Mollie Slughorn's favorite professor? No way! Was Mollie Slughorn's favorite student? Absolutely not. He had that obsession with Lily Evans's potions. Whatever. Mollie didn't even care. Really.

Not too long ago, Slughorn asked Mollie to stay after class for a few minutes. She let her friends go off, and she stayed behind to see what Slughorn wanted from her. He ended up asking her if she would tutor this Ravenclaw, Nathaniel, in their class. Mollie didn't particularly keep notice of who all was in her class, but she was sure there was a Nathaniel in her class. Mollie was one of the smartest Hufflepuffs in her class. Her class was a mix of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. She didn't mind the people in her class either. Mollie was just an optimistic people person. She didn't see why she shouldn't tutor this boy, so she told Slughorn she would be happy to do so.

Mollie was never late for anything. Slughorn informed her that she needed to show up for the tutoring session in his potions classroom. She followed through with her word and was walking down the dungeons on her way to the room. She stood at the door, watching Nathaniel Harmon fiddle around with the ingredients Professor Slughorn left out for the two. She panicked a bit when he almost dropped the bottle on the floor. She smiled when he caught it in his hands. She let out a breath of relief.

Mollie had heard of Nate, he was in her year, although he was in Ravenclaw. She did not know him personally, but now was a time to start, right? Why not? She made her existence known by shutting the door. Not only did the door squeak on its way in, but it slammed shut. She twitched a bit when it slammed in her face. She turned around to face the boy she would be tutoring. "Hi there," she greeted. Her heels clicked against the floor as she stuck her hand out, "I'm Mollie Podomore," she formally introduced herself.

OH HELLO THERE, NATE! SO I WROTE YOU THIS POST, AND IT HAS EXACTLY 428 WORDS. COOL, EH? ANYWAYS, MY DARLING IS WEARING THIS. SNAZZY, EH? OH, I SHOULD LET YOU KNOW OOF. MINE TOO. KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE, BTW.

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