A Kingdom of Isolation [FINISHED]

the night before...

Toby sat in the common room of his house head bent over a piece of parchment. The pen in his hand widly danced across the paper as if he couldn't get what he wanted out fast enough, judging by the silly spaced out smile on his face Warwyk Greenly has struck gold or some sort of devious break through.

In fact it was the latter, Toby over the semester break had met a older Witch that introduced him to a said Muggle plant, and both had been experimenting with the natural qualities of the Muggle plant. Lacking a few things to combine magic attributes Toby told his associate give him a few days at the academy he would have some advancements.

Today he made that break through. He was now writing her to let her know that he was going a head with Wizard trails on himself. Satisfied he picked up a box of candies walked to the closest mirror picking one of the candies up, "Notepad please record this experiment code name Heavy Trip,"[/color] Toby gave the small candy another look his eyes were glass but he popped it in his mouth, "It is two in the afternoon...oh man...whoa that hit fast..."[/color]

the next day....


"Toby," he heard his name being called not just from the fellow house mate standing behind him but all around him, "Toby bro," Toby was confused but he never broke his dazed state at the same mirror from the day before, "Toby you missed two days of class the Professor is looking for you mate!"

It was the word Professor that snapped him back, rapidly beating his eyes he took in the scene of Thomas standing behind him, the floating blank notepad, and the clock. Two in the afternoon so he cut Thomas a look, "Bruvh it's just still 2! I got one class left today so chill."

Thomas sighed and shook his head walking away, "Check the date dumbass."

Panic set in, "Shite," he said shouted in his head as he set to shoving everything into his bag and setting off in a haze of tie dyed colors.

This was not the way to start a semester at Beauregard! He knew the heat that was going to come down from this was just a guy wretched feeling...

""Hey! You there! You dropped these!"

Toby stopped in his tracks, that Angelic accent was one of a kind meaning Toby had heard a similar accent before, American. Southern American, he had a Uncle who is Head of Magical Law Enforcement that took him to America once. Greenville South Carolina he recalled.

"Thanks lass," he said extending a hand as he walked back, "Uh I mean Miss Lupei, Lupei right? Aye, I think so," he was sure the silly grin and stumbling mixed with his thick Irish accent made this awkward but he kept babbling, "Migh' recognize me as tha' twit with his head in a book," pulling a book he covered his face thinking, "Jaysus you daft chode, propts too?"

He felt his face slowly get hot as he lowered the book, "Warwyk anyways Missus Lupei, everyone jus' calls me Toby."

"Miri," he snapped his fingers, "That's right! We had a class last year, Charms, I'm the bloke who turned all the water into mead and got in trouble fer selling it."

It was hard not to get lost in her beauty but Toby was lost, and the snow that fell from the cloud above her just added another level. Beautiful and talented he finally stopped staring at her face like a creep and pointed to get magic at work, "Frozen? You look a'lot like her right now and," he gave a thumbs up with his free hand, "Great job with tha' snow."

Toby shook the papers Miri had found, "Thanks again, my book couldn't be finished if I lost," he looked at the papers one was the note to his contact outside school and the other was chapter 12 of his book, "Chapter 12 of my book."

Her unique American accent was entrancing he almost didn't hear her, "Party?" If there was one Toby would have known he was the party guy but he smirked remembering last night, "No party I can recall, but then again I don't recall shite 'bout las' night. I was actually rushing," he paused knowing he couldn't say getting high on a experiment for reasons of a medical break through, "No where, I've over slept and missed most of me classes. So I was running off to avoid the Head of house."

He shoved the note and chapter of his work into his bag, "Would a lady like to stroll with me to no where? Tell o'bout America, howd you find herself 'ere?"

"Hmm, Mortelle? Potenial partner? I'll have to talk to Tessa," he thought to himself.

"You're beautiful," he spat out before he really had time to think about it but he quickly recovered, "Your work I mean is beautiful, I am um better at mixing potions and snatching snitches," he was babbling so he stopped and smiled, "Music class?"

They both began to walk down the corridor just talking, "I dig the Muggle music scene," he looked at her again and without thinking brushed the rest of the snow she missed, "Like hip hop? Anything music really."

He had to chuckle about her book comment, "Aye there is but you know I don't ever expect me shite to ever be published," because he's started and quit so many books, "I really plan on goin to play Quidditch afta' school or travelin with me Uncle Oz. You thought tha' far a head?"

Toby changed the subject of their future's, "We got another year lad, chili bruv."

So he pulled a sleeve up using his wand he tapped a certain tattoo, it just so happened to be a small tattoo of a young Elsa. The image began to move the young Elsa danced wildly freezing everything in her path but she was happy, "Sick right? Did it me self over break, got a couple cousins who go ape shite ova' tha' movie. They dig it."

Tattoos weren't very new in the Wizarding world, loads of them have them, but Toby was skilled. Most of his practice was on himself.

"Well," he pulled the sleeve down, "Miss Miri I'm a open lad when it comes to music, maybe if I offered a time and date to meet so I can listen to Alternative music with you? Perhaps yer cousin could sing and you play? What do you play?"

She seemed actually 100% intrigued by the tattoo, so he showed her the tops of both hands the back of the left was blank while the right had a dragon in flight posing stoicly.

"This was my first," he said as the dragon began flapping it's wings and blowing flames that carried over to the back of the blank hand, "Took me a week!"

Then the dragon took flight transferring from one hand to the next, stopping with the same pose on the other hand.

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"Um! Sure? And maybe I can listen to some of your hip hop stuff?" she responded to his proposal to hang out again and he grinned like he had just smoked the greatest dankest grass, "So it's a date then! Radical."

A little red faced he shrugged when she asked if he played any instruments, "I can make beats on a computer but nay, nothing as cool as tha'."

"Art? You?" he smiled noticing her hands, "I see," they had ink stains and other smudges, "I got the same problem! Especially bein' a lefty," he showed her the side of his left hand that looked like someone had done a light shading from top his pinky finger to the start of his wrist, "Can't keep the bleedin' thing clean."

She accepted his date. A pretty girl accepted his date! If she wasn't standing there to see him he would have danced a Irish jig but instead he smiled and let his heart beat the dance for him. A beat came to him so pulling his wand he extracted this memory, "Somethin' jus came to mind and me Uncle," as he jabbered on Toby pulls a vial from his pocket, "A year or so ago taught me how to pull memories," he put the white wispy ethereal looking memory in the vial, "Jus' save tha' fer later."

He shoved the vial in his pocket, "Let me handle the time an' place Miri, a gentleman should always plan these things," he blushed shrugging, "Tha's me Uncle talkin again. Says a man should always surprise his date. So, Uh, I'll send a note?"

He scratched his head and answered her other question as he plotted, "Me Uncle has all kinds of connections and paid fer me to go here. Do you like it here?"