Welcome to the mansion of William Fullmer, located in a wooded clearing somewhere around Birmingham. Behind the house resides an elegant garden the house elves tend to. Inside you'll find a quite modern home. Usually Will's left at home with his two brother's who can be found running around in the woods. When his dad's home, you'll rarely see him either. He takes to his office or music studio. His mother works full-time at St. Mungo's. Feel honored if Will actually invites you to his house, because quite few people who aren't friends with the family, ever have.

Guests:

Vashti Greenwell - Snape'sGirlThru&Thru
Brooklyn Petrov - Wood'sLittleFlower

Scene 1

Will, begrudgingly, is forced to invite his 'friend(s)' to prove to his mother that he can be perfectly social. He hasn't thought too far ahead as to what they're going to do. As a matter a fact, he'd rather just introduce them to his mother and then kick em out. Knowing his mother though, she'll probably concoct some way so that they'll have to preoccupy themselves.

Vashti was not very happy about this. Why did she, of all people, get an invitation to William Fullmer's house? The last thing she wanted was to see this guy again, let alone talk to him and be in his house. But her mother had basically forced her to go, saying something how he couldn't be all that bad if he was inviting her and his other "friends" - pfft - over to his place and Vashti was probably exaggerating how irritating he was and blah blah blah. Well, mostly it was all thank to Aunt Grace, but her mother hadn't really stopped her from telling Vashti to go.

So here she was.

And Merlin, he had a HUGE house. Mansion. Whatever. Seriously though, who needed such a big place? How many people actually lived here? Did his whole entire family live here? Merlin's beard.

Vashti walked along the also ginormous pathway up to the front door. With a sigh, she reluctantly raised a fist and knocked on the door three times. No running away now.

Right as Will stepped out of the shower, he heard a knock on the door. That could only mean one person. Or actually two, but his best guess was one at the moment. Feeling as if he shouldn't keep her waiting, no matter how much he wanted to, he hurriedly dried off and got dressed, then sprayed himself with his man spray. On his way out of his bedroom he grabbed a shirt and sprinted down the long hall, all of the way to the front door. He had to shoo away a house elf before they tried opening the door first.

What was up with that? Gosh, sometimes house elves were little pests. They got to him.

He turned the knob to the front door and pulled it open, still shirtless. "Oh it's you," he said disdainfully. Ughh..why couldn't it have been Brooklyn instead? At least she didn't try to argue with him as much as 'Let me fix your problems' did.

Hmm.

So far there was no answer. Maybe she COULD make a run for it! She could run away and call her mum and say that he wasn't home and then she'd get to go home and she'd be off the hook because at least she tried to be nice and actually come, right? Right! Sounded like a plan! Time to get out of here bef-

Aw, crud, the door was opening.

"Wel-"

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"PUT A SHIRT ON YOU IDIOT!" she shouted, averting her wide eyes to the side of the house. Merlin's bright red jumpsuit, was THIS how he usually opened the door to greet people? Assuming anyone actually came over here since he claimed he didn't have any friends. Merlin's beard, this was WHY he needed friends - SOMEONE needed to teach him how to properly answer the door. OI.

WHY WAS SHE SCREAMING?!?

Will jumped as she started to bloody blare her head off. He looked down at his chest and felt his cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red. Dang. He knew he had been forgetting something before opening the door. Except as quickly as the moment of embarrassment came, it faded away. He smirked. "What? Does looking at my six pack make you uncomfortable?" The young man struck a pose by flexing one of his arms. Pshh...he wasn't flabby. Although most would assume he was since he didn't like doing a lot of physical activity outside.

Vashti chanced a glance back in his direction and was relieved to find that he'd actually complied with her loud demand request. Thank Merlin he hadn't tried to make an argument out of it - it would be completely ridiculous if she had to argue with him without being able to glare at him and stuff.

Six pack? Pfft. "YOU make me uncomfortable." Mainly because he was extremely irritating. Actually, that was pretty much the only reason. He was annoying and that was that.

But anyway.

"So are you going to let me in or did you just invite me here to stand outside your front door?" Really. She wasn't going to stand out here all day and watch him pose or whatever. Then again, maybe if he slammed the door in her face or something, she'd be able to make Aunt Grace realize just how much of an obnoxious jerk he was and she'd never make her come here again.

His eyebrows narrowed as she said he made her uncomfortable. "Why ever would I make you feel like that?" he asked as innocently as he could possibly be which was hard considering who he was. He pulled his shirt over his head and then flattened it out. Gah, he couldn't help it. It was lame he flattened his shirt, always.

"In case you forgot from the letter I sent you, I didn't even want you to be here. Unfortunately due to my mum's strange, concerned requests, your standing on my doorstep." That was clear now between them, right? Neither of them wanted to be looking at each other, especially considering that awkward/not so awkward, argument they had on whatever social website he was apart of. He stood back so she could pass through the threshold of the door, positioning his arm to point in.

"Well are you going to get your butt in here or what?" he asked her annoyed. They had to get this over with and it was now or never. The sooner she left, the happier they'd both be.

For that, she just gave him a LOOK. He knew why he made her "uncomfortable," for lack of a better term. Surely he'd realized that she found him highly obnoxious, just as he probably thought she was. Unless even that could not get through that thick head of his. If not, then he'd probably figure it out before the day was over with. Merlin, this was going to be a long day.

Hmm. That much Vashti had pretty much inferred, which wasn't all that hard. She highly doubted he'd invited her over to become her new best friend or whatever. There was no way he could have gone from "I DON'T NEED FRIENDS" to "I wanna be your BESTEST friend!" within the span of several days. However...what he said about his mum was quite interesting. So his mother wanted to make sure he had some friends to hang out with or something? "So I'm not the only one who thinks you need actual friends." At least there was one person in this giant place that she'd probably get along with - or at least that agreed with her.

And then he finally, sort of, invited her in. She glared at him slightly before entering and refused to remove it even when she saw how BIG the place was even from the inside. Merlin, why did they need something this huge? Did they need all this space so William's head would actually fit inside? Heh, perhaps that WAS the reason. Made sense, really. Hehe.

What was up with her giving him evil looks?? Yeah, maybe he deserved them more than half of the time, but that face made HIM uncomfortable. He looked away from her and over at some random object in his house. That object happened to be the umbrella holder. Mmm...yes, that was quite an interesting umbrella holder if he did say so himself. Too bad he didn't use it more.

"Look," he began, turning his head to look at her once more. "She didn't want me going to a school in the first place. Therefore that makes her worried that I won't fit in." Too bad for her, he was never going to fit in anyway. She didn't understand his kingly manner, and certainly never had to put up with it since she was gone most of the day. "So can you just do me a favor and pretend that you like me? Then she'll get off my back and we can go back to never speaking again." Good plan Will, good plan.

Could she seriously walk in any slower? Merlin it took her like 5 minutes just to cross into through the door. "Stop gaping," he said to her, shutting the door. Did she really not expect for his house to be this huge? "Come on, I'll answer any questions you have as we walk." Will gently took her hand, surprisingly, and gave it a soft pull. He had a feeling he knew where his mother was....

He'd looked away. Good. At least she knew something got through to him. She ought to give him more of those looks whenever she wanted him to be quiet.

Oh. So his mother wasn't the one suggesting he go to an actual school instead of sticking with homeschooling? Then who in Merlin's name was the one making him go if it wasn't his mum and it definitely wasn't because he himself wanted to go? "So then why are you going? Is your dad the one making you?" Maybe that was it. But why? And... Aw, Merlin, she had to pretend to like him? Vashti was sure this really wasn't going to well now. But if she did, they would be able to back to avoiding each other, which sounded quite nice. "I'll try." That was really all that she could promise; she wasn't a really great actress or anything.

Stop gaping? "I'm not." And he would answer any question? She doubted that. But-

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Was he seriously holding her hand?! If his mother happened upon them now, wouldn't she get the WRONG idea about all this? But of course, he probably didn't know that, did he, friendless as he was. Maybe he only read school books for his homeschooling and never any other books and stories that would tell him quite clearly what hand-holding generally indicated.

She followed him, staring down at their hands, feeling her face growing warm. "Um..."

He glanced down at her as they walked. "No, it certainly wasn't my dad," he stated with contempt. He wondered if his dad even knew he was going to Hogwarts. Nowadays, he rarely saw him. His dad wasn't in England, let alone Europe. Last time he checked, the man was in Los Angeles, California. "What makes you doubt I didn't enroll myself?" he questioned frowning. Going to a school was probably the best way to figure out what to do with his life. It's not like he could stick around here, no matter how much he wished he could.

"You are," he drew out, turning down another long hallway with her. "This place belonged to a prince in the 17th century," the young man added, not caring whether she was wondering about the history of this house or not. He had been planning on telling her at some point. "A few magical renovations go along way." There weren't many muggle appliances in this house. The house elves used wood stoves still and about the only electric outlets in this house were the living room and his room.

In a way, Will could tell that he had got her all flustered by taking her hand, and he smirked to himself. "Never held a boy's hand before, have you?" he questioned, in a more teasing manner than a mean one. What? He wasn't unpleasant all of the time.

Vashti blinked in surprise at his sudden change in tone from mentioning his father. Alright, so, perhaps she shouldn't bring him up ever again; Will obviously didn't care much for his father, and she was perfectly okay with not bringing up dads in general. Wait...so he did enroll himself? "Well you know," she replied with a shrug. "It's just the way you seem so opposed to interacting with people and making friends, which is something you pretty much have to do when you go to school." Plus there were the teachers, and she wasn't sure how he dealt with authority.

She refrained from rolling her eyes and decided not to respond to his next comment. She would try, plain and simple. In fact he ought to be glad she made sure to tell him that she would try rather than she would, in case she failed epically at pretending to not dislike him. He couldn't get all upset if her acting skills weren't up to the task.

Ohhh, this house was hundreds of years old? And belonged to a prince? No wonder it was so big then. But Merlin, why did he have to bring up the history of the place? Now she was interested. Darn her parents for turning her into a history nerd like them. "Which prince? How long did he stay here? How many people has it belonged to since?" Perhaps she could look it up in a book later. But magical renovations? "How much of it did you have to renovate?"

Gah, why was he teasing her? This wasn't funny! But... "Um..." Well, she'd held Anakin's hand before, but that was just because they were both trying to get into the Room of Requirement last year, so...that probably didn't really count. Or it wasn't what he meant by his question. Or something. "Not really, no," she finally said. Then she raised a brow, slightly smirking. "You seem pretty comfortable with this though. Have you held a girl's hand before?"

Hmm....at least she didn't pursue the subject of his father. It was a very unpleasant one and would likely change his... good mood... into a bad mood. Extremely bad. "You don't have to," he emphasized. "I can be a social outcast if I want and I'm perfectly fine with that." Here they go with the 'friend' argument again, and his lack of them. "I've read enough books to know where I want to fit in." He didn't need a bunch of friends to make him feel accepted. Will knew how to be accepted in other ways. He was a king after all, he ruled over his peers. "Plus I figure going to school will help me determine what I want to do after I graduate."

That was always important. Although, he'd been pushing off finding a possible career for years.

Whoaaaaa now... it surprised him to hear her start to ask a bazillion questions. One after another, they kept coming. Now he knew why she got herself put into Ravenclaw... "I dunno what prince. It was his summer home. He isn't well-known I suppose," he answered shrugging. Otherwise this place wouldn't have been on the real estate market when his parent's moved. "The people who lived here before us died when fire was set on this place back in the 1990's." He was almost positive he had seen one of their ghosts in the basement when he was snooping through his dad's music stuff one time. Ghosts freaked him out. "We renovated it all. The fire had destroyed quite a bit of this house. The people who fixed it up to put it back on the for sale market did a crappy job." Now the hallways had marble floors and columns.

D'awwwww so she hadn't had much hand-holding experience before? He found that rather cute and pretty sad at the same time. He merely gave her a satisfied smirk, squeezing her hand a little. "Countless times. When you're parent's throw parties in this place, you're going to hold a girl's hand whether you want to or not." Usually he didn't want to. The girl's who came were dim, bimbos. There were a few occasions where he did actually want to hold a girl's hand.

Will led her to a large, majestic glass door and slid it open. "Welcome to our prize garden Miss Vashiti," he smirked again, using the nickname he had come up with for her.

He was determined to get around it, wasn't he? "You have to if you're given an assignment where you have to have a partner." Like that Polyjuice Potion assignment from the previous term. You HAD to have a partner for that. And that wasn't the only thing sort of thing that would require at least one other person to complete, though she couldn't think of anything specific at the moment. So that was why he was actually coming - to figure out his career. "Why didn't you come in your fifth year to take the OWLs then? Getting those would help you towards whatever career you want." But dear Merlin, imagine if he had come in his fifth year. She would have had to deal with him for two extra years. That was not a nice thought.

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Well he was informative, wasn't he? Didn't know what prince it was or his name or anything like that. So she didn't have a whole lot to go on when she wanted to look it up. She'd find it somehow though - she was a Ravenclaw after all. Ohh, but that mention of the fire was interesting, and it might help in her search. "The place was set on fire? So someone purposely burned it down? Did anyone ever find out who? And who was the family that was living there at the time?" And of course, if most of it was burned up, then most of it was now different from its original appearance.

Meh. Of course he'd held hands with a bunch of girls. However, he'd said before that he wasn't interested in having a romantic relationship ever so... "And did any of those ever mean anything to you, or was it all just you doing it for the heck of it?" she asked, frowning. If it was the latter, she really didn't think it counted - just like now didn't really count, at least not to her.

Oohh, this was pretty. Until he called her "Vashiti" again. Oi. "It's very nice, Willie," she replied, returning his smirk with her own.

He didn't have to become friends with the partner though. "Yeah, if I need a partner for an assignment, I play up my attractive appearance and get some desperate girl to work with me." Problem solved. It would be even better if the teacher just assigned their partner's. Plus it would save him a wholeee lot of time. GRIN. He had brains and hopefully the desperate girl would too. "The thought never occurred to me when I was 15," he stated giving a shrug. He wasn't as smart as he was now back then. Back then he had his house elves waiting on him hand and foot. Oh that's right, that's would they still did. He would miss his house elves incredibly much when he left for school at the end of the summer.

Gaaah. She needed to stop with the questions. It was like her brain was on overload. Why did she care so much about this house? It wasn't of much interest to him, that was for sure. "Yeah an arsonist did. No one really knows who the family was. They weren't seen much around town. I'm guessing it was because they were wizards. The guy was caught somewhere in Wales." Pshh luckily. He didn't want no psycho killing him in his sleep. Not that anyone would be able to touch this house at night. Protective enhancements were performed on it before bed.

Chuckling dryly he said, "What do you think?" No girl ever had meant anything to him. Will said it with pride actually. It might sound cruel and unusual to most people, but he didn't care what they thought. He liked messing with girl's and their heads full of air. He was a heartbreaker and proud of it. Never did he want to get married, yet he was a boy and liked to do a bit of snogging here and there.

He narrowed his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. She was stupid. That nickname wasn't all bad. As they started through the hydrangeas, he felt some nerves start to kick in. Merlin's, if she didn't play this right, then he was screwed for sure. The young man let go of her hand in case his mother would appear out of the flowers somewhere. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea.

"I can't say you'd get a very good grade on your assignment then - any girl desperate enough to be your partner has to be brainless." Because any intelligent girl would find someone who was actually her friend to do an assignment with, not some big-headed boy who thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. And the thought of going to Hogwarts hadn't occurred to him two years ago? Eh, okay. She shrugged, not really having much to say in reply.

Well at least he knew some of the answers to her questions, even if they weren't all that specific or detailed. "Well I'm glad he was caught." She briefly wondered whether the guy could have been a wizard too and, if he was, how much time he had spent in Azkaban for his crime, but she decided to refrain from asking him since he'd probably just give some vague answer like "He spent some time in Azkaban" or "No one knows" or something of that sort.

And Vashti couldn't help it - she glared at him again for that response. "Then those really don't count either." And he was positively despicable right now. According to him he had held hands with a lot of girls and it was quite possible that some of them foolishly believed that he actually liked them. Many - or even just some - of those girls might have been completely crushed when the truth actually came out - and he didn't care one bit. Despicable was almost an understatement.

But at least he'd finally releazed her hand. She would've yanked her hand out of his grip within the next few seconds if he hadn't; she wanted to be as far away from him as she could. It was going to be VERY hard to pretend to like him now.

"Pshh...and you don't think I've got the brains?" he remarked, cocking and eyebrow. He'd do the assignment by himself. Cause of course it wasn't like he wanted a partner to tell him what to do anyway. He had been doing assignments and projects alone for 6 bloody years! He had gotten accustomed to it. "What can you see me doing after graduation?" Will questioned, slightly curious as to what she thought about that matter. The girl made enough comments on other subjects. Surely she'd have one to add to this one.

Yaaaaaaay! Praise Merlin! No more unanswerable questions, or at least to him they were unanswerable. "So am I," he agreed with a nod. "Yah know," he suddenly added, bending down close to her ear. "I've seen one of their ghosts in the basement," came his soft whisper. Hmm...did ghosts freak her out too or was it just him? Maybe it wasn't a ghost, but rather a boggart. He was more afraid of ghosts as a little kid than he was now.

The young man raised an eyebrow at her response. Boy did someone get worked up about how a boy treated a girl. This amused him in a strange kind of way. Will stepped in front of her and stopped. "Ohhh I think they do dearest," he spoke, his face coming dangerously close to hers. He broke into a grin. "I'm a player and a heart breaker. What's life without a little fun?" And with that he turned around and continued walking. "And don't worry," he added, turning to look back at her. "It's not like I like you or find you attractive."

Buuuurn.

He made a left around a big bush of lilacs and that's when he saw her, his mother, sitting in the gazebo with a book and a iced tea. Vashiti had better not ruin this for him.

"Whether you do or not, I don't care. If it's an assignment where you and some other person HAVE to participate and complete together, you two aren't going to get an extremely good grade if you're the only one doing any work." It was really that simple. There weren't a whole lot of assignments like that, but just because they weren't constant didn't mean they couldn't pop up. And...hmm? What could she see him doing for a career? Why in Merlin's name did he care what she thought? But whatever, she'd play along.

Vashti thought about it briefly before answering, "Honestly? I don't know. Most jobs require you to interact with people and to be nice and polite to them, which is something you seem incapable of." She was a bit surprised by her answer - she generally wasn't a particularly blunt or harsh person. But around people she could barely stand, this tended to happen, it seemed. Besides, she didn't know him well enough to know what subjects and careers would actually interest him, so there wasn't much advice she could give.

Gah, why was he suddenly getting close to her and whispering... Hmm? "Really?" she asked, raising a brow slightly, not whispering in reply. "Whose ghost was it?" Her tone wasn't skeptical because, of course, there were quite a few ghosts at Hogwarts so it wasn't a particularly new thing to her. Why did he want to talk so quietly about it though? Did he think the ghost would hear and then suddenly pop up?

MERLIN, why did he keep getting so close to her? He needed to get his face away from hers before she smacked him. "If being a complete jerk to girls is what you call fun, then you really are as pathetic and despicable as I thought," she snapped. Then finally he was walking off...but then he was turning back to look at her. Oi, really? "Good. I'd be offended if someone as horrible as you actually liked me."

Merlin, why was she even still here? He wasn't holding her hand anymore, so she could turn around and march straight out of here if she wanted to. Really, what did she care whether his mother thought he actually had a friend? Maybe she needed to know how friendless and horrible her son was.

"Thennn we'll get a decent grade," he said to her in a 'duuh' sort of tone. "It's not my fault if the other person I'm partners with decides to do nothing." He'll tell the authority figure if that's what happens. Will had a particularly polite, and almost teacher pet-ish, side to him when it came to adults. He knew how to con them into thinking he was an excellent student. "You'd be surprised Miss Greenwell. Maybe I'm not polite to bloody kid's...," he stated, "...adults on the other hand, I can deal with."

Note to self: Don't ever ask Vashti's opinion about future career possibilities again. She doesn't know you and dislikes your guts.

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Really? Umm.... if he was lying he wouldn't have said it would he? Those kinds of replies irked him. WILLIAM OLIVER FULLMER DID NOT LIE. Merlin's, apparently this girl had difficulty believing him when it came to that. "I think it was one of the children of the house. You know, in the fire." Creeepeh. The thought of dying in a freak fire was quite a disturbing one. After that run in, he never attempted visiting their basement by himself again.

"And I think you're boring and a goody-two-shoes? Why don't you go shove that in your book?" he leered maliciously. She didn't understand what it was like only getting to see girl's (or guys in her case) for spans of maybe 4 hours around once every 3 weeks. She didn't have the same problem as him. As he broke up with one girl after another, he began to feel less and less sorry about it. "Don't count on many future relationships with a face like yours," he added under his breath. Or a mouth. What kind of guy wanted to put up with her for the rest of their life?

Alexandra Fullmer looked up from the book in her lap to see her son Will, and a girl she took was a friend of his, appear around the path. So nice of them to drop by. The woman closed her book and stood up, walking toward the two. "I was starting to think you'd never show up," she mused with a smile. "You must be Will's friend." She directed her attention at the girl who had came up beside him. "I'm Alexandra Fullmer, nice to meet you dear." Looking back toward Will she added, "I didn't know were friends with such an attractive girl sweetheart?" Hmm... in was in her highest hopes that he'd finally found 'the one' this time.

Ughh... Will grimaced at his mother's comment about Vashti. "Yeah, yeah- she's certainly quite something."

"Who wants just a decent grade?" SHE certainly didn't. But perhaps that was why she was a Ravenclaw - and maybe if he didn't mind getting just a "decent" grade, then he wouldn't be put in Ravenclaw. YES. Good. "Right, I'll believe that when I see it." She hoped he tried to charm one of the teachers and wound up getting detention because they saw right through him. That would be awesome.

No comment for the career not-suggestion. Lovely.

One of the children, eh? "I see. Well, ghosts aren't an entirely uncommon thing. There are plenty of them at Hogwarts." Was that a good thing to tell him? He seemed a bit afraid cautious in talking about the ghost in his basement. Was he afraid of ghosts like he was of lemonade? What if there was a lemonade ghost? THAT would be pretty great - she would definitely ask that ghost to go haunt this guy for the rest of his life awhile.

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Really?

Vashti would've snapped something about where exactly she'd like to shove her book, but they'd reached a woman she took to be his mother so she managed to stop herself. Even if she was planning on letting his mother know that she was the exact opposite of his friend, she didn't want her very first impression of her to be horrible.

"Erm, yeah, I'm his...friend." Friend in the loosest sense of the word possible. Vashti managed a smile somehow. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Fullmer. I'm Vashti Greenwell." The contrast between Will and his mother was striking - how on earth did a woman as nice and polite as her produce such an arrogant little git?

It was also a good thing Vashti was not a Legilimens, so she could not hear Mrs. Fullmer's hopes that she was "The One" for her son. She might've lost it then.

Will felt like responding to all of her remarks at the moment was rather unnecessary and inappropriate. At least in front of his mother. Come onnnn....he was trying to pull off the whole 'friendship' scam. Which proved to be more difficult then he had originally planned. The brunette slung his arm across her shoulders to try and make it look more believable. "Keep it together," he whispered lowly to her, looking back at his mum and putting on a smile. Merlin's he assumed that was probably the fakest smile he'd ever worn.

Then a sudden thought arouse in that head of his. Why not drive the little Ravenclaw crazy and leave mummy guessing? Will leaned toward her and let his lips linger a few seconds on her cheek before pulling back.

He was a genius.

Vashti Greenwell? "Pardon my curiosity, but you wouldn't happen to be related to Victor Greenwell would you?" she asked gently. If she was, Alexandra would feel quite guilty for not addressing the subject with care. Death was never a light matter. It was despicable to see people take the death of someone as a breeze. Unfortunately for her it was a daily thing to hear about death. When she saw Will kiss the girl on the cheek, she raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

Merlin's is this was another one of his flings she would lock him in his room and not let him out until Hogwarts had already begun. She couldn't deal with another howler from a parent saying 'YOUR SON BROKE MY DAUGHTERS HEART'. They were starting to get old. "I take it things are going better than okay between you two?" she asked revealing a small smile.

This was just so awkward. Why did she of all people have to be dragged into this? Why couldn't he have grabbed someone else to protect him from that stupid lemonade? Her life would be less stressful if she didn't have to deal with this ridiculous-

WHAT was his arm doing around her shoulders? He was NOT supposed to touch her. He really expected her to "keep it together" like this? Clearly he thought more highly of her acting skills than he ought.

Vashti blinked, surprised that Mrs. Fullmer knew her dad's name. How'd she know it? Did she know him? Vashti couldn't recall her father ever mentioning a Mrs. Fullmer, so perhaps she'd only heard of him somehow? "Yeah, I am," she replied. "He's my dad." And she was about to inquire whether Mrs. Fullmer knew him when the unthinkable happened.

What.
In.
Merlin's.
Name.
WAS THAT?!

Vashti absolutely froze, her eyes wide, her brain feebly trying to find out how she was supposed to react to this. Was Mrs. Fullmer asking her something? She didn't quite catch it. "I-...Uhmm..." Once the shock went away, she would probably go find a Beater's Bat and beat Mr. William Fullmer up for this, but until then, she couldn't do anything besides stutter or stand there quietly in shock.

Wait....how did his mum know Vashti's dad? Oh that's right, she worked as a secretary in St. Mungo's. He swore that was like...the gossip spot for wizarding happenings. You didn't do much as a secretary. He should know. He went with his mum to work a few times in the past. All you did was sit there and answer the phone, then write stuff down on a piece of paper.

A smirk of deep satisfaction came upon him. Yes. He had done it. He had FINALLY silenced that girl, making her incapable of forming words. Ahhhhh, William Oliver Fullmer, you've outdone yourself, he thought. Hmm...that got him wondering.... what would her reaction have been if he had made lip to lip contact? Baah, there was no doubt in his mind she would have fainted.

Or suffered a heart attack.

XD

Oh. So she was related to Victor. She was in fact, his daughter. "Will and I went to your father's funeral to pay our respects. I read his obituary in the Daily Prophet. His death was quite unfortunate. I'm terribly sorry dear," she sympathized, trying her best to keep from over doing it. When you're a secretary for St. Mungo's, a death or two is going to be mentioned sometime during the day.

Well now, no one was going to talk eh? Alexandra couldn't help but sense that this was none other then another one of Will's games. Poor Vashti seemed to be flabbergasted by his move. She was about to open her mouth to say something when she heard someone yelling 'MUM' off in the distance. That would be her other two, rowdy sons.

The only thing that pulled her out of her shocked silence was the mention of her father again. Merlin, if only her dad was here, he'd probably strangle this boy. If only.

But...this confused her a bit. Mrs. Fullmer and Will went to her dad's funeral? And it was in the Daily Prophet? She hadn't read much of the Prophet during that time, but even so... "I...didn't know the Prophet kept up with Muggles' deaths." Sure, they did whenever a Muggle was killed by a wizard or something related to the Wizarding World like a magical creature or something, but her dad hadn't died from either of those things. "But thanks, that's...that was nice of you." For even coming to the funeral and appearing to care. Unlike a certain someone standing next to her.

But then a voicing shouting "Mum!" came out of nowhere. There were MORE of them? Will had SIBLINGS? Oh dear Merlin. They better not be as annoying as he was, she would not be able to take it.

Ooops. Had she said prophet? "Oh sorry dear, I meant the Daily Mail, or was it The Press Association?" she said suddenly forgetting what newspaper it was. "Let's face it, there are just too many newspapers out there." There was the Daily Prophet, Evening Prophet, Daily Mail, The Press Association, The Sun, The Times.... ohhh she could go on and on. The point was, she had read about his death in one of them. "Anytime," she said giving her a soft smile. It was in her highest hope that one of the girl's other relatives didn't pass anytime soon.

Whaaaa----? He went to Vashti's father's funeral? Since when did he not kno---- oh wait. Now it was starting to ring a bell. He faintly recalled that summer evening. That was the last funeral he had been to up to this day. Will looked over at the girl beside him, and remarkably, REMARKABLY, felt a bit sorry for her. Of course losing his dad wouldn't mean anything, but it was rather unfair for her to lose her's. Then one of his idiotic brother's starting screaming and that moment of sorrow was gone in a heartbeat.

Elijah Fullmer came running straight out of the woods and toward the garden, shouting, "MUUUUUUUM! MUUUM HELP!" He trampled the petunia bed and BAM head on into his mother. "Sorry," he panted out of breath. "He----" he choked "Charlie---" another pant for air. "---stuck up in a tree again," the 13 year old finally got out. He turned to see Will with---well who do we have here? "Who's the hot girl?" he asked bluntly, standing up a little straighter, running a hand through his sweaty hair to get a better look at her.

"Awwww, you already called dibs?" Eli complained, spotting the arm around the shoulders. No fair. He always missed out on girl's.

Will rolled his eyes at his younger brother's stupid remarks. "I didn't call dibs on anyone yet you idiot," he told him in pure annoyance. He watched as Eli was about to open his mouth. "But before you do... I call dibs!" he quickly sputtered. He didn't want that twerp anywhere around Vashti. He was too young to be hexed. Sorta. Actually he wouldn't really mind, but Eli wasn't getting the satisfaction of getting a girl today.