odd meetings

Will entered the ice cream parlour and his eyes immediatelyn scanned the room in search of Anastasia, or as she was known as to him, Anya. He knew it had been quite a long time since they had seen each other and hoped today would be like a fresh start. Especially since she's going to be my wife, he thought with a smirk.

He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and half sleeve white shirt to show off his tattoos, and briefly wondered if she would be freaked out by them.

Will finally spotted her sitting at one of tables near the window and ordered a cup of rasberry ice cream before making his way over to her.

"Hello Anya, I'm glad you agreed to meet me," he grinned at her and sat down opposite to her. "You look great, by the way. Quite different actually, but I like it." He commented and winked at her. "So, do you go to Hogwarts now or is this a temporary thing?" He knew that girls liked to be liked to be listened to about such trivial things and felt that this might serve as an icebreaker before he told Anya the big news.

Upon noticing Anya's almost scrutinizing look, Will took the opportunity to observe her as well and wondered if this really was the girl he had known as a kid. "I do respect my parents' decisions, but when it comes to my outfits, I really don't give a shit," he told in response to her suspicious gaze. "Besides, I'm usually a bit more...conservative." He shrugged. He chuckled at her reaction to his tattoos. "Hm, I had a feeling you wouldn't like them," he commented.

"I think I can almost feel the dislike radiating from you," he teased, knowing full well she was clearly annoyed by his presence already.

"Transfer student, you say? That's pretty amazing. I hope you have a good time," he grinned, the words mostly sincere. "Oh, I just wanted to celebrate a little freedom before I got married," he answered with a lazy smile.

Will rolled his eyes at Anya's reply and said, "It's alright to say that you don't like these tattoos, I don't mind. My parents are against a lot of things I say and do these things. But things like these, I can make my own decisions and that's all I'm proving to them." He stated.

"Precaution from me? Trust me sweetheart, there are worse people out there,'' he told and looked at her. "I didn't mean to startle you with my owl, figured it'd nice to catch up and all that."

"Really? Didn't know your parents were that harsh," he muttered, mostly to himself. "So what do you plan on doing after leaving school?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, I guess I am, but I really didn't want to disagree with my parents on this," he admitted. He lit a cigarette and said, "And it's a bonus that the girl who I'm meant to marry is someone I knew long before." He decided not to spill anymore of the wedding news.

"Ah, still same the old uptight girl as you were before, huh Anya?" Will asked with a smirk. "I suggest you try loosening up a bit, otherwise your future husband is going to have a tough time." And that's me, he thought.

"Raise suspicions? What, you think I've turned into some sort of a killer? Ouch, that's mean." He pretended to be offended and grinned lightly. "Though yes, I can see where you're coming from."
He sighed. "I told you, I don't really agree with everything that my parents says these days. Not to mention they have the tendency to exaggerate things," he muttered. "Besides, it's my wish to speak to you if I want, is it not?" He looked at Anya with a raised eyebrow.

Will's first thought was to tell her how ridiculous her ambition was. But then he realized that the last thing he wanted was to make her angry at him. "That's very brave of you to dream and I hope you achieve it." He chose to say instead. Attempting to lighten the mood, he said, "I'd like to see how the country would with a female Minister."

"Why would your parents not want you to become Minister?" He asked, clearly surprised by her request. "But alright, I won't say a word about it."

He shrugged in response. "No serious job actually. Just doing some travelling and a few risky things here," he smiled mischievously.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm implying. According to my parents, she will have no choice but to marry me." He ran his hands through his hands, not knowing exactly how to answer Anya's question. "The last thing I want is force some girl to marry me, that's just wrong. After all, she should want to do the same, even if there is no love between us." He laughed humourlessly at her thought. "No, I don't have any girl in my life, for the simple reason that I'm not the type to have committed relationships; which is another reason I'm trying to get out of this marriage ordeal without upsetting my parents."

"If you weren't before, you sure are now," Will replied with a laugh. "Well then, he clearly has got a bad sense of judgement. Either that or he didn't want to make you feel bad," he grinned lazily.

"As if I'd be so jobless to be a muggle serial killer," he retorted.

"When they say that spending time in the muggle world is for low class people, I'll end up in an argument with them," he immediately responded. "Sadly, my parents have sort of a one track mind and a lot of arrogance, and not in the good way." He shook his head as though in disapproval.

Will couldn't help but laugh genuinely at Anya's blunt statement. "You know what? I may just have to agree with you on that. But honestly speaking? I just cannot stand the idea of politics, though I do have to point out that the corruption happening is highly inspirational," he grinned.

"Who says you have to put up with their bullshit?" He questioned her, being blunt as she was. "If they can't be proud of something as big as that, they don't deserve to be called as parents," he said, not caring about hurting her feelings since in his opinion, he was stating a fact.

He raised an eyebrow at her curiousity but decided to answer anyway. "Call me an idiot, but mostly muggle stuff like how to fly a helicopter, bunjee jumping, sailing and so on." He sighed. "It actually gives me a sense of relief to do those things, you know? I don't want to stop and I'm still going to do more exploring mostly."

"Surprisingly enough, there are girls who are okay with an arranged marriage," Will replied as he remembered some of the girls his parents tried to set him up with. He smiled humourlessly. "Yes, I do feel a tad bit sorry for her as well."

"At the end of the day, I do not want to show disrespect towards my parents, so just for their sake, I might do it." He thought for a moment, wondering what to say to Anya's question. "I'm not sure if I like her in that way, but I guess there may be some feelings," he answered hesitantly.

"Wow, sounds like Mr.Perfect," Will commented casually. "Last time I heard, girls apparently have a real hard time finding such a guy," he told with a raised eyebrow.

He couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips as he listened to her statement. "Well, you sure do your homework, I'll give you that. But then again, school never was a problem for you," he smirked.

"It's wrong but inspirational that people tend to go along with it without a thought of hesitance on their part," he responded with a shrug. "I mean, it's kind of amazing that they don't have a moral compass. Not that I'd ever want to be like that. Believe it or not, I have some dignity within myself."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot that girls like those sorts of things," he told and grinned. He heard Anya mumble and replied, "I could show you some of the things if you want. Trust me, you'll love it," he said in a rarely used tone of honesty.

Will thought for a few minutes before answering. "Nothing special, just visiting a few countries and maybe some magical places as well."

"Six years? That's a bit too much I'd say," he commented, trying not to be surprised. "But that girl I'm set to marry is four years younger than me," he hinted.

"I will do my best to get out of it," he told in a quiet yet firm tone. "But if not..." he trailed off, expecting her to know the answer.

"What if your parents paired you up with someone you've known for a while?" He asked her.

"Why is that when people are in love, they seem to lose all sense of their vocabulary?" Will asked with a shake of his head. "I mean, just listen to what you're saying, it sounds absolutely ridiculous."

"I don't need to stalk you, love. There are certain things I remember about you and one of them is the fact that you were always the one for learning things; even when we were kids." He smirked. "But knowledge always comes in handy, so you're good."

He sighed and looked at Anya. "You don't get it. Sometimes, being hesitant is a sign of weakness. So yes, the way that people commit sins without a second thought is astounding really. And it's your wish to take it in a good way or bad way." He shrugged his shoulders.

"So what if he doesn't like it? That shouldn't stop you," Will retorted. "Life's no good without a bit of adventure. Figured you'd know that by now," he told with a raised eyebrow. He grinned at her last statement. "I don't know, it'd be entertaining to try and teach you."

"No, she goes to Durmstang," he replied, once again being careful with his choice of words. "But I was told that she'd be here in England, hence the reason for my visit."

"Let's just say that the girl I'm going to marry is sort of better than I expected," he said vaguely and lit up another cigarette. "I'm insanely curious about what her reaction's going to be."

He scoffed at Anya. "Failure or not, you will always be a pureblood in their eyes. So if they do decide to marry you off to some posh pureblood, it's expected."

"You don't need to say every word for people to understand what you are actually tying to convey," Will pointed out and grinned at Anya's reaction. "And yes, you're right, I will never fall in love because frankly, I don't believe in that shit." He told bluntly.

"It's just an expression sweetheart, I don't really love you, so no need to worry," he smirked. It was quite amusing for him to see her irritation and he couldn't help but be smug knowing that he was responsible for her annoyance. "Hardly remember me? Well, that is just sad," he said and pretended to be offended. "I'm sure you'll come up with something."

"Is it really that hard to admit that I may be right?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

He shrugged and replied, "Let's just say that you'd be somewhat of a challenge for me. But luckily for you, I happen to like challenges," he winked.

"Going to visit my future wife is stalkerish, eh? Only you would think something like that Anya," he commented with a laugh. "I agree that four years is a long time but it'd help if we got to know each other better before then."

"Not an ugly hag, that'd be too harsh, but something like that," he told causally. "Yes well, you sure know your father well. Would it really be that bad for you if you had to marry someone from Russia?" He asked curiously.

"Just because I don't believe in true love does not make me heartless bitch," Will stated. "And yes, I suggest you keep praying because you are right, she will need it," he told with a smirk.

He couldn't help but be amused by Anya's scolding. "Like I said, uptight as ever. But it's okay, I'm sure your lover boy can fix that, huh?" He winked.

Noticing the way she was glancing at the door, he just rolled his eyes, though he was both intrigued and amused. "Okay, I do no want to keep you here against your free will anymore." He placed some cash on the table and made his way out of the shop. "It was a pleasure catching up with you, love!" He turned and called out with a grin and walked out.