mundungus !
ariel wasn’t the happiest girl he’d come across at hogwarts . she was , as the kids say , quite fucking depressed . but dung liked her—- cared more about her than he did most people these days . watching someone desperately try to keep the pieces together was admirable , she was admirable , but he rarely told her such . his beliefs were evident though in the softness he showed her . while the boy’s heart was pure , his mannerisms typically showed the opposite of this . he liked to fight and liked to drink– those weren’t things the pure of heart were known for . the blond tucked his harmonica back into his flannel pocket upon seeing her enter , an eyebrow cocking up as he eyed the bottle hanging by her hip . ❛ those keep poppin’ up faster than we’re puttin’ ‘em away , kid . do i gotta start worryin’? ❜
❛ i missed ya over christmas . ❜ ariel deflected the question with apparent ease , setting the bottle on the nearest table before crossing the room to perch on the desk across from dung . she’d known the question was coming , but she wasn’t quite ready to respond --- she knew she would . he knew too . ❛ couldn’t pass up an opportunity to go to the macdonald’s , though . i’ve told you about their place , right ? it’s fucking huge . ❜ settling more comfortably into the desk ( as comfortable as a desk could get , of course ) , she released a near silent sigh . ❛ no , ❜ she finally whispered , a response to his earlier question . ❛ don’t worry ‘bout me . it’s just ... a couple , y’know . the holidays ... they’re hard . ❜
