Nat took the bow from Will and grabbed an arrow from Nigel's stash. He didn't say anything as he drew back the bow, and shot. It wasn't perfect a little high and to the right, but He still hit the paper, and the noise the Slytherin boy made when struck with an arrow was kind of hilarious. He smirked a little, then set the bow down back with the rest of Nigel's kit, before falling back on the ground and stretching out as Will asked her burning question. 

“Do you think it’s easy to sneak into one of those fancy parties? Not even to go to it, I don’t need to talk to anyone. And it has to be something pureblooded. I just want to... I just want to see something is all."

 Nat shifted uncomfortably. He was kind of sure that Will was asking him to take her to a pureblood function. Nat hated those. He hated going with his family, even if Noam was there it hardly actually helped.  They were long, they were boring. They had to wear fancy clothes and pretend like he believed that blood purity was important. He could not honestly imagine why Will would want to go with them. 

With him. 

Because Nigel couldn't go with them. He was a half blood. Will was pure, lower class but pure. She'd have to have a date. He leaned up on one elbow watching her through the hair that fell in to his eyes."Are you asking me to take you to take you with me to the most boring night of my whole summer, where everyone is going to look down their noses at you and talk behind their hands about a Warwick bringing a girl of your class to their party, generally upsetting the status quo, and spiting in the face of their system?"

"Of course, Will." He scoffed,as if the very idea that he wouldn't take her was absurd. Because it was. If there was anything Nat loved it was antagonizing the stuck up purebloods who's company he was forced to keep. "But, you're going to have to let me buy you a outfit. You can't steal Nigel's clothes for this. And I get to introduce you to everyone as La Princepessa Margherita Isabella of Lecce. And we have to disappear for about an hour, just to keep them talking. Lastly, You can't be mad at me if you have a horrible time. Those are my terms."