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"Surprise you Chaucer? For what my friend?" Art smiled. Art knew that he was very intelligent, he happened to be quite the bibliophile himself though women were always more interesting. He enjoyed Chaucers company , if not only because Chaucer understood books.............and because he was really funny. If not for his ambition and mischievousness, Art would likely have been a Ravenclaw.
"You obviously have your usual good taste, when it comes to books, what are your thoughts on Shakespeare?" Art asked curiously. Shakespeare being his favorite author, he was curious as to what Chaucer would have to say about him.
Hm, what could he say about Shakespeare that would present an interesting view? For a long while, Chaucer had held a strange affinity for 'Twelfth Night' but that soon changed when, two years ago, he partook in a staged version for his dramatic arts group. The fact that he was cast as Viola wasn't the cutting part, but rather that those unfamiliar with him felt that Viola in drag wasn't convincingly masculine enough. Since then, the lad placed a wall between himself and the book.
" 'Othello' is probably one of my favourites, though the character Iago is really what drew me in. Simply evil for the sake of things, can you imagien such a creature? To know someone so sly?" He wondered to himself if the great Salazar wasn't similar.
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Arts head immediately picked up when he heard a familiar voice. It was that adorable third year Slytherin that he had met in Diagon Alley. He had been to Eelops with her and looked at all the adorable owls. Hers was so cute, as cute as she was. Well....almost as cute anyway. Awwww Nattie ! I wanna hug Nattie.
"Hey Nattie!" Art beamed at her. "Hey there is room right here sweets. Want to come sit with me?" He patted the empty space beside him. Aww come sit with me Nattie. I am so glad that she is in my house. Yaay for Slytherin!
It never failed to intrigue Chaucer with the forwardness he exhibited that simply dripped with a sort of chivalry most men had long since abandoned. Despite his obvious experience for one the same age as himself, there was a certain reluctance within - as though to pay too close attention to Art may damage some fragile part of his childhood. But perhaps that was a silly notion.