Call Me Out - 2016

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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
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William Dorschet | Hogwarts AU

[runawaystory]

[2016 A.D.

It's a new era, for Muggle and wizarding folk alike, but change...change takes time. There are still scions of the old families who don't take kindly to having a half-Muggle running around with them in Slytherin. Or who find that to be a convenient excuse for their bullying impulses, at any rate.

Fortunately, there's a broom closet on the third floor. It makes an especially good hiding spot for people who know the secret password ("Lingent involvent hyacinthino calceus") to turn the broom closet's interior into a very small and cozy study, complete with an enormous sofa that pulls out into an equally enormous bed, and bookshelves stuffed with empty bottles, relics from past visitors.

It's a secret that only the older students know about. It's a good place to find some (ahem) privacy, hide from bullies, shun noisy housemates, or get away from general hustle and bustle of the castle.

And apparently today, when Rosalie slides into the room with a sigh of relief, she's not the only one there.]

Hey, uh, don't mind me, I'll be gone in half a--oh, Dorschet. It's just you. Never mind.

[leftnowill]

[ William is here engaged in one of his more ludicrous hobbies — despite his pureblood and good breeding, he's far more interested in the magic of dark creatures than magic wielded by wizards. His classwork in transfiguration and potions is top notch, but it's generally accepted that despite his good marks and sorting that he's a complete idiot.

When he opens his mouth, it's not hard to see why. He puffs up, offense visible even before he says a word. ]

Just me?? Just!? And what exactly is meant by that? Others may be worth your courtesy, but not I?

[ Fussy, as always, William looks back to his copious notes spread out about him on the floor and with a wave of his wand has them stacked level to the couch cushions as if he hadn't a moment before single-handedly turned the room into a disaster zone. Now that he has an audience, he won't leave any evidence. The only sign of the mess is a prominent spot of ink on his nose. ]

[runawaystory]

[Rosalie is well aware of what a hopeless nerd William is, and just as used to him huffing and puffing over anything that even slightly offends what dignity he possesses. With a roll of her eyes, she crosses the room and throws herself on the couch, heedless of the tidy stacks disturbed by her progress.]

Well, you're hardly going to throw me out, are you? It isn't as if I'm interrupting anything important anyway.

[Now that she's safely hidden from those 7th years, she might as well amuse herself by pulling William's tail a little. At least until it's safe to leave.]

[leftnowill]

[ There's a strangled little sound that's a too short to be a wail but too long to be a squawk as he tries to gather up all his papers as she upsets one of his stacks. When he can't manage to gather up his papers before they collapse in a heap on the floor, as much of a mess as they were in the first place, he huffs and throws the papers in his hand at her.

Of course, due to the laws of physics and air resistance, this doesn't work terribly well. ]

I— I am very much of a mind to throw you out! You have no idea what you're speaking of! They are plenty— very important!

[runawaystory]

[You don't want to throw her out, William. She knows what he does in this room. She has evidence. It would be rather troublesome if a professor found out he was messing around with Dark magic on the sly, wouldn't it?]

Whatever you say, Dorschet.

[leftnowill]

[ Studying dark magic is— well okay, still less than perfectly allowed, but it's not as though he's practicing it. Still, he gets up and starts gathering up his papers again anyway without making any moves for the door or attempting to get her out. ]

Hmph. And— and what exactly are you doing here anyway? I mean— other than interrupting my studies. That much I can see very well, thank you.

[ He puts the last of the papers he scattered back on the desk and turns to face her, arms crossed. ]

[runawaystory]

[It would probably get him a few lectures and detentions, at least. Or that's what Rosalie's banking on.]

What, I can't use this as my secret hideout too?

[leftnowill]

[ well yes but he doesn't want to think about that part.

Surveys the room, searching it for a reason to object. ]

Have you taken in the scale of this study? There is hardly room enough for one, let alone two!

[runawaystory]

[Rosalie sniffs and nudges one of the papers he'd thrown at her with a shoe.]

Well, maybe there would be if you didn't leave your notes lying all over the place.