bertram aubrey

Bertram Aubrey + Outfit

“–Oh, sorry, mate,” Anna chuckled, without an ounce of sincerity in her tone. Her smile was a little too wide for that. It was her birthday, and for once, she was feeling pretty good about herself. “I promise the next one won’t end up all over your face. Swear on Merlin’s grave.”

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A small chuckle escaped his lips as his own drink was spilled all over himself, wiping some of it off his face with his sleeve. “I guess, since it’s your birthday, I can let that slip.” Bertram said, giving his friend a smile. “Maybe the next one ends up all over your face.”

Patrick brought the blunt to his lips and inhaled, nodding a little bit as he let the smoke out again. “No one I want to spend time with, anyway.” He said with a small chuckle, which only grew as he introduced himself. “I won’t, just don’t call me Patty and we’ll get along great.” He said with a nod, taking another drag from the blunt before holding it back out for the other.

Bert nodded slightly as he leaned over the fence slightly, looking down at the ground far below them. “Yeah, some aren’t entirely bad, but it’s just not as fun.” Well, not like he particularly enjoyed spending time with people, he’d rather stay in his dorm, but he had a few moments when he didn’t mind it much. And usually, he wasn’t sober. “It’s a deal, Patty Pat.” He joked as he took the blunt back, taking a puff from it.

“Oh sweetie no,” Celia laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, all the girls are. I’ve got the hottest guy in all of Hogwarts,” The girl grinned at him, before her face fell slightly. “Yes, for once. I don’t want it to be awkward either. I’m assuming you don’t want to try and force some sort of bloody romance between us. I’m perfectly happy to stay friends and you’re welcome to see other people, if you wanted. I was wondering what you thought.”

Bertram let out a small laugh at her reaction. “Yeah, you really are a lucky girl to have me. Not sure I can say the same about myself.” He teased before letting out a sigh. “We both know even if we tried to force it, nothing would really happen. I say you go see whoever you want and I... keep reading my books. I think it’s a fair deal.”

Patrick raised an eyebrow right back at the other as he offered to share and he nodded a little bit, putting out his cigarette against the stone parapet, before holding out his hand to take the blunt. “I’m not going to say no to that.” He admitted with a small chuckle. “I’m Patrick, by the way. Pleasure to meet you.”

Bertram let out a small chuckle as the other spoke, letting his hand slip inside his pocket when he took the blunt. “Yeah, by experience, no one says no to that.” He commented, letting a small smile appear on his face. “Bertram, and please don’t call me Bertie Botts like my so called best friend. But, it’s nice to meet you.”

BERTRAM AUBREY + TASK 3

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“Nah, you’re here because you love me, there’s no point denying it,” She teased with a grin. “Though I know you hate these kind of things, so it means a lot.”

“Alright, you got me. I am deeply, madly in love with you, Juliet Quinn, I don’t think I could live without you.” He teased, before making a vague gesture to the drink in his hand. “I don’t particularly like the people, but I like this.”

“I don’t believe you,” Celia shook her head, before letting out a laugh. “Wait, nothings happening between us?” She teased before rolling her eyes playfully, punching him on the arm. “Alright, calm that ego of yours, Bertie.”

“Yeah, I know.” Bert said, deciding to drop it. He knew Celia, there was no arguing with her about that. “Oh, shit. Sorry, I wanted to break that a little nicer to you, I forgot.” He let out with a laugh. “But my ego is all I have!”

At his words, Celia let out a snort of laughter. She’d known him long enough that his expression wasn’t fooling her. “Oh don’t worry Bertie, I’m actually over the moon, I’ve already picked out my dress,” She teased, before shaking her head. “Oh clearly, I’m the luckiest girl in all of Hogwarts.” However, after her expression became a little more serious. “We should talk about this though. ‘Cause it might make things a little weird.”

He let a small playful frown settle on his face as she spoke. “Shouldn’t I have a say in the dress? I clearly know fashion better than you do.” He said, making a vague motion towards his clothes - definitely not the most fashionable outfit. “I’m sure a lot of girls are jealous of you now.” He joked. “You mean, you want to have a serious conversation with me?” Bert started sarcastically before actually trying to be serious. “Alright, alright. I’ll try, but only because I don’t want this to be awkward.”

“Because she’s hot? And she can convince you to do things far better than I can,” Celia pointed out, “Are you seriously telling me there’s nothing between the two of you?” The girl arched an eyebrow. “You’re the best anyway.”

“You always ask me that and I’m pretty sure I always tell you there’s definitely nothing between us.” He replied. “It’s just like you and me, nothing’s going on here.” He added after a moment, letting a small grin appear. “I know I am.”

Her face lit up when she saw Bert, happy he’d actually turned up. “Bertie Botts!” She cried, words slurring together as she threw her arms around him. “You came!” As the girl pulled back, she grinned at her friend. “Thanks.”

Bert made a small face at her. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m only here for the booze.” He teased, raising his bottle to take a quick sip from it, but it wasn’t long until a smile formed on his face.

Patrick glanced over at the other when he mentioned smoking his, and, after spotting the joint, he chuckled a bit. “I don’t mind at all.” In fact, if that’s what he’d had on him, that was probably what he’d be smoking too - unfortunately, his last joint was all the way back in his dorm, and he hadn’t bothered to go get it. 

Leaning against a wall, Bert brought the joint to his lips, taking a long puff from it. Apart from that betrothal, he felt like life was finally getting back on tracks, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying to numb all the pressure anyway. Looking back at the other, raising a small eyebrow. “I can share, if you want.” He said, holding it out for the other.

“You’re not but neither am I.” he reasoned with a smile tugging at his lips. “I really don’t get it. Shouldn’t marriage be, you know, for love?” That was the whole point, wasn’t it? These betrothals made little sense to him, even if it was Celia that Bert was betrothed to, he couldn’t just force himself to fall in love with his best friend. “What does Celia think?” Probably not what he should be asking but here he was. 

“Give yourself some credit, you at least have more experience than I do.” Well, it’s not like he cared either about experience. But Blaise certainly knew more about girls than he did. “I guess so. Purebloods are just crazy about that purity shit.” He just shrugged. One thing was for sure, if he ever did get kids, he’d never force that on them. Blood purity wasn’t all that important to him, but it was to his parents, so he’d go with it. “I don’t think she minds it too much. Better me than... a lot of other options.”

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Patrick sighed in relief as he wandered up to the top of the stairs, seeing that nobody was already outside in his spot. It wasn’t that it was his, he knew that - but it was a spot he’d discovered right after transferring, and it was the one place he could (theoretically) be alone. After lighting a cigarette, he moved forward and leaned forward against the stone wall, looking out over the forest. However, not even five minutes later, he heard footsteps heading up the stairs, and he forced himself not to groan. “I’m chill with you being here, but I’m not putting out the cigarette.” He told whoever it was, not bothering to turn around.

Usually, Bertram would head for the greenhouse, or one of the other outdoor safe spots, but he just didn’t feel like walking in the snow. Thankfully, he knew of closer places to do it, and headed for the one that was usually empty. Except it wasn’t, spotting the other boy the moment he got there. But he was there now, they could share that spot. “As long as you let me smoke mine.” He let out, pulling out a joint from his pocket.

“No, it’s alright, I’m sorry. It’s just that Celia and I kind of got into a fight and things are a bit awkward between us. But that’s not something I should push on you.”  He took a deep breath and shook his head. “Well, I mean, from what I know this is something which was bound to happen, right? Better your best friend than some stranger? I guess?” he said attempting to be a little more supportive even thought he felt a slight twinge of jealousy as he spoke of the both of them together. 

“Maybe we should just... not talk about it. You should know I’m not the best at... girl talk, or whatever.” He said with a small laugh before lying back down on his bed. This was a mess, but Blaise was right, this could’ve been worse. “My parents are just crazy about this blood purity thing. But you’re right, better my best friend than just some random girl.” At least, he knew nothing would actually happen with Celia.

Rose was trying to focus on the class, really she was but one could hardly blame her about slipping into daydreaming every once in a while, especially during a lesson as boring as this one. So when someone was speaking to her behind her back it took her a second to register. She stretched her neck and the rest of her body followed as she turned to look at the drawing that was shown to her, a light laugh slipping her lips. “That’s Slughorn, spot on.”

The smile lingered on his lips when she agreed to his statement, setting the drawing down on the desk. “Maybe I should gift it to him. A little, personalized portrait.” Now, he wasn’t all that well acquainted with the professor, and he wouldn’t want it otherwise. Although the idea of Slughorn having his drawing on a wall was entertaining. “Maybe it’s time I just drop out to become an artist.”