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Valentino smirked, and gave him a very thorough once-over. “I won’t deny it. We also both know you’re too uptight to ever let me have it though, so what’s the point in discussing hypotheticals, right?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’m all for having fun, and even getting high every once in awhile. I’m just not going to let my education suffer to do it. I’m going places, Ignacio. My mind needs to stay sharp.” He snorted and accepted the joint back from the older male, taking another hit before he passed it back, eyes narrowing at the other’s words. “Champion or not, I don’t let anyone spoil anything for me, and if there’s something you want me to know, speak plainly,” he said, venom seeping into his voice.

      “Because why not? It’s nice to hear you say it out loud but we both know we have a reputation to up hold which we both hate to ruin because of either of us.” he made a crooked grin, noting that even if physical attraction might be there there were far more factors that stopped them than the other might think or label as ‘uptight’. Plainly, he thought breifly, knowing Val was being pushed to his limits---his edge of whatever facade he deemed appropriate for the moment. Valentino de la Cruz’s infamy at Castelobruxo was nothing more that a spoiled punk, one infected with power and believed it only was held by cruelity. “I guess, plainly that is,” exhaling smoke as he spoke, “I know the type of cloaking charm your using isn’t easy let alone meant for just books but hey...” shrugging, “what would I know? After all I’m just some stoner moron after all.” 

Ignacio Vilar; Headcanon 001 ↳ Patronus

    Ignacio’s patronus is that of a CROCODILE, which sounds fiercesome but hides a deeper meaning. Wizards and witches who normally can produce an aligator or a crocodile patronuses are assertive or self assured, yet are subtly and not overly showy. They are confident casters, trusting their strengths and are patient while being observant. Agression from these wizards are normally never unwarranted, as they must be provoked or pushed to that point. Yet when there, you can see why they bear the symbol of the crocodile as their anger and violence can be somewhat primal. 

    Crocdiles in the wizarding world represent symbolisms in: tradition, agression, observation, patience, and a primal drive. 

Ignacio learned the spell at the end of his fifth year, into the summer before his sixth. However couldn’t produce a coporeal version of it until a few months into his sixth year.

He is quite proud of his crocodile sign, finding it funny that his brother also produces a similarly agressive patronus as Sebastians is that of a cobra. 

Valentino shot Ignacio a poisonously sweet smile. “You know me, Ignacio, I’m always here to stroke your ego if need be,” he snarked. He fixed the other boy with an unamused look. “Just because you can’t see the point in it, doesn’t mean there isn’t one. Some of us like learning things instead of acting like morons all day. I read in private so I can concentrate.” He didn’t think it was a particularly revolutionary concept but he was also unsurprised at the other taking such issue with it. He grimaced, wrinkling his nose. “I really don’t need to look at porn when I can and do get laid whenever I want, thanks.”

      “We both know you are inclined to stroke more than that.” he laughed, liking the idea of the boy thinking about the option but never letting it happened. Valentino was handsome for his age but in Ignacio’s eyes he was a child, which made him nothing more than a platonic connection for him. Even if that proved to be hard. “Oh come now hombre, don’t act like letting lose and having fun deems you moronic. Sorry not all of us can be as noble as you Gavião-real.” teasing again before taking his hit in the roation, listening to the other but not letting much of it sink in. Rolling his eyes, discreetly, he played up the other boys narcissism, “Oh I bet.” he elongated his sentiment, sarcasm at it’s finest, “I mean you are a champion now. Though whatever you choose to read privately, try not to let it spoil your that mind of yours. Since things done in secret will or could be REVEALED.” he empahized on the end of his sentence, hinting he knew more than maybe the other wanted him to. 

“Ha. Very funny. Ignacio has more jokes, brilliant,” he said dryly, rolling his eyes. “My therapist actually says I’m very well-adjusted,” he said, reaching out to take the joint from him. He took a deep inhale, letting the smoke linger in him for a moment before he exhaled, letting the smoke cloud around them, before he passed the joint back. He glanced over at his book, still sitting inoccuously on the table and sent the elder male a shit-eating grin. “Are you blind? A book, obviously.” He knew that wasn’t what the other boy was asking, but like hell if he wasn’t going to make his life harder for him.

     “I know I’m brilliant but it’s great to hear you say that really.” Ignacio and Valentino might have been better friends in another life, one where things were less messy or generally fucked up---but they weren’t. So for now this was them.  “Hmmm nice.” nodding his head, staying quite about the well adjusted part, while his curious eye glanced with Val at the book, before rolling his eyes. “Right...I love spelling books and reading them alone in rooms by myself too.” he decided to be blunt, see where it went. “You can tell me if you are looking at porn you know. I think it’s normal for someone your age.” he laughed, feigning the fact that he was dumber than he was. No need to fan the flames that was Valentino’s paranoia. 

Valentino sighed, looking over the top of his book, a trademark unimpressed look on his face. He just wanted to finish reading about Scandinavian curses and instead he was stuck with Ignacio pestering him. You’d think he could take his joint literally anywhere else. Still..Valentino wasn’t going to turn down the offer. He shut his book, setting it aside on the desk, and then got up, walking over to him.

“This is me on a good day, actually. But fine, I’ll bite. Sharing is caring, afterall, or so they tell me.”

     “Is ‘they’ your therapist or your parole-officer I always get those two mixed up.” he continued to pester Val, in the most harmless of ways. Unlike most of his students and some faculty he wasn’t afraid of him---not to say Ignacio wasn’t wary of the boy. First step in deception is to win over your target or if not possible, learn everything you can about them. His parents wit and understanding of the human condition was more helpful than most of his teaching at Castelo’. He kept an eye on him while he took out his joint and sat ontop of one of the tables waiting until he got closer to light it. A quick puff to fan the cherry, he inhaled and exhaled sharply. The air filled with a milky cloud before handing it over to him. 

     “So what were you reading before I interupted you?” he smirked. 

She’d hate to agree with him. Everything seems to fell off, away from her grasp. The idea of distracting herself seems too tempting to pass. Although, the glint of impish look on his eyes, makes her feel uneasy about what he had in mind.

“–Just to be clear, if I say yes, none of us will involved in any kind of life threatening incident?”

      “See now I’m know seer, to be honest I cheated my way through divinations” he laughed, thinking wouldn’t his teacher have seen that happening? ---Regardless he went on, “so I really can’t say what we do doesn’t have the potential to be come a....as you say, ‘life threatening incident’ ”. Shrugging before he leaned back in his chair, “But I guess if we both make a plan on what we want to make the room like, we can focus on making it safe.”

Ignacio Vilar; Headcanon 001 ↳ Family Tree as of January 1st 2023

“ Vilar line has only been around for a few centuries, the line is pureblood with a few hlafbloods scattered among them. The most famous Vilar is Francisco Vilar who died stealing from a Peruvian Vipertooth. ”

Father: Franco Vilar ,40, Wizard—Castelobruxo Alumni, works in Magical Inteligency Department for Argentinian Council of Magic.

Mother: Carolina Vilar, 37, Witch—Castelo Alumni, works in Magical Inteligency Department for Argentinian Council of Magic.

Paternal Uncle: Mateo Vilar, 32, Wizard—Castelobruxo Alumni, works as Toxicologist.

Paternal Uncle: Matias Vilar, 28, Wizard—Castelobruxo Alumni, works as Dracologist

Son: Ignacio Vilar, 17, Wizard—Castelobruxo student.

Older Brother: Sebastian Vilar, 23, Wizard—Castelobruxo Alumni, Quidditch player for Tarapoto Tree-Skimmers.

Maternal Uncle: Aron Gallo, 32, Wizard—Castelobruxo Alumni, works as a Professor.

Maternal Cousin: Paula Gallo, 18, Witch—Castelobruxo student.

Valentino had been tucked away in an empty classroom, completely engrossed in the book he was reading. He’d managed to nick Magick Moste Evile from the restricted section of the Hogwarts library, and he didn’t intend to give it back until he’d read it cover-to-cover a few times. He hadn’t had the chance to read in a good few weeks, the first task and it’s aftermath taking up most of his attention. But he’d needed some time to himself, away from all of the people and asinine questions. Val had charmed the cover of the book to look innocuous, but he was still irritated when someone came into the classroom and disturbed his concentration.

“Can I help you with something?”

     Ignacio was just trying to find a room where he could smoke up a bit, finding the crowded hallways and chippering students, of all magical communities, a bit much for him. He needed a release and luckily the various rooms and corridors of this damp and cold castle provided---he slippded into a room, charming the door to conceal odor when before he could slide his wand back into his robe he heard HIS voice. Luckily his back was turned to him so Nacho could roll his eyes, finding Valentino a mixture of fun and annoying rolled into one. Luckily he was in a generous mood; not wanting an arguement. 

    “Oh come now Cabrón I’m just here to enjoy a quick joint. Care to partake? You look a bit more murder-y than normal.” he teased. 

She fixed him with a look. “You wouldn’t…not…get me into trouble,” she said, rather lamely. Her curiosity got the better of her however, and she tilted her head, wanting to know more. “Anything you want? How is that even possible?” She went quiet and then frowned. “What would happen if two people who wanted different things went inside at the same time?”

     “True.” he said plainly before her question began to create wonderings in himself too. “Magic dear, magic makes most anything possible.” he waved his hand fantastically, his tone sounding like what muggles think comical wizards sound like. Ignacio rarely took things seriously and his laughter shortly after cut the seriousness in the conversation in two---”I know Gamp’s Law probably fucks up some of the more fun ideas you can do there but I don’t know. Let’s go and find out. Maybe we can create a blackhole or something.” 

Nari’s eyes widened, but she didn’t immediately refuse the offer like her brain was screaming at her to do. Instead she swallowed, and looked up, meeting Ignacio’s eyes. “I – what kind of fun are we talking about exactly?” She said, stalling.  “It’s not the kind that’ll get us in trouble, is it?”

     “Oh you know, sometime away from the castle...or maybe in it.” he laughed, “Come on now chiquita, do you think I’d get you in trouble?” he might but at least it wouldn’t be on purpose, “I heard about this room here that can become practically anything you want it to be...sounds like fun just waiting to happen.”