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location: diagon alley.
date: 5th january 2024
for: @nerdjocktyrant
“are you alright”─ the sky breaks and its loud loud loud─ blackness unfurls from the split in reality and ancient winds whistle in his ear─ who’s screaming who’s fallen there’s blood, so much blood, and it stains the back of his knuckles─ throat burns with bygone language, gums split as mirrors of shattered prophecy grind between his teeth─ mum, i’m sorry i’m sorry i love you but i’m not going─
hugo blinked.
his cheeks felt hot; his fingers met wetness as his hands traveled from his sides to his face to his hair; his eyes darted around his surroundings, looking but not seeing.
“fuck,” the word clawed his throat to escape. he had to warn them. he had to do something.
she passed him her cigarette, ❝ i don’t know if we can leave. we haven’t heard the address yet so it’s not like we couldn’t. at worst they’ll just tell us no, right? we could go to france! we could go anywhere. ❞ she squinted in hugo’s direction, before grimacing, ❝ i’ve got to be honest, i’m feeling terrified all the time anymore. i fucking hate this. ❞
he took a long drag and held it til it burned. “ our extended family lives in france so we could lie. say we’re going round for tea. who’s going to stop us? ” hugo doubted they’d be stopped. mostly. smoke spilled in stripes from his nose as he spoke. “ don’t think i’ve gone a single day without feeling like my stomach’s being squeezed to death. you know my mum was this close to sending a howler when i said i wouldn’t be home for holiday? ”
where: open
when: january 2, 2024, 6:30 pm
who: open
❝ that was like, the worst fucking new years ever. i’m thinking of doing a redo of sorts? we can dress up and get shiftfaced and pretend the world isn’t falling to shit for a minute? ❞ lucy took a long drag from her cigarette, something a bit frantic about her current stay. ❝ what do you say? i would kill for a distraction right now. ❞
“ i don’t entirely subscribe to linear progressions of time so we can have a new year’s every day for the next month to make up for that shite. ” hugo agreed, but his stomach turned at the thought of having to go home. something about the look in lucy’s eyes was putting him on edge. he held a hand out for the cigarette. “ as long as we haven’t got to see anyone we know, i’m down. we should floo out of the country. is that allowed? ”
where: a class they have in common .
when: december 2023 .
who: @auguriums .
she purses her lips simply for the purpose of accompanying a curious look at the weasley boy. “are you inebriated?” maddison has very little reasons to be personally attending to this particular sixth year — a part of her is ALREADY BORED and he has yet to respond, while the other is far too patient than she would like. “i like these little conversations a whole lot better when you’re completely fucked or whatever —” she smiles mockingly; an animal baring her teeth. “so, are you?”
“ am i inebriated? ” hugo repeated, looking up from the pillow he’d made with his arms, squinting at maddison and the bit of sun streaming in behind her. both hurt his eyes. “ has anyone ever told you you sound like a narc? like every time you speak, you’re ready to put your wand up and hail the authorities? ”
“you’d really eat me, if it came down to it?” bill addressed hugo from where he was seated atop one of the counters, the owners’ kneazle snoozing peacefully in his lap. his eyes were trained on the moving figures outside. he didn’t find the lavender soothing at all - it was cloying, sickly almost, though whether that was an allergy or his wolfier side speaking… “your own uncle? your favorite uncle?”
kill bill sirens sounded across his brain at the familiar voice and hugo took a moment (probably longer, but he’d had half a shit spliff earlier and no longer believed in analog clocks) before addressing his uncle. uncle bill. sitting on the counter and not at home. “ isn’t the point of kids to er, give them the world once you’ve had your fun? don’t be greedy and eat me, uncle b. ”
“ ... i mean, this isn’t the worst place to get locked up in. get hungry at all, we haven’t got to cannibalize each other, and all the lavender’s soothing as fuck, yeah? ”
❝ i don’t care what the future holds for me; i saw one running alone on a busy street. ❞
CAMERON BOYCE? No, that’s actually HUGO GRANGER-WEASLEY. A SIXTH YEAR student, this HUFFLEPUFF student is sided with DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY. HE identifies as a CIS-MAN and is a HALFBLOOD (SEER) who is known to be PARANOID, TETCHY, and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE but also OPEN-MINDED, HUMOROUS, and STRATEGIC.
here is a video of hugo at any given time
some aesthetics: black and yellow nail polish, an ash tray always used but never filled, eyes rolled back to see the past, cat scratched hands, charcoal-stained fingertips from spells gone wrong, butterbeer flavored juul pods, choosing between clouded eyes and a clouded mind, cyclical time, direct questions and vague answers, skipped detentions
the cousin that always “takes walks” during family get-togethers
the sibling that’s either never home or always in his room
accidentally got kinda famous posting ironic + high as shit videos on a muggle app called tiktok
loyal to─ what? a family on fire, a dormitory, a cause─ something that is beyond, that is forever, that loves him through shattered prophecies and omnipresent buzzing in hushed, ancient languages hugo understands but never learned.
drugs are a good way to silence their voices and cloud his brain from their vision so excuse him if he’s always high
hasn’t told anyone; a true granger-weasley, he figured it out on his own and has found an adequate way to deal
there are things far more important than the future and the millions of routes it can take
massive conspiracy theorist and sometimes has a hard time separating realities
a video of the amount of attitude you should expect from hugo at any given time
“People think there’s one reality but there’s loads of them, all snaking off, like roots. And what you do on one path affects what happens on the other paths. Time is a construct. People think you can’t go back and change things, but you can. That’s what flashbacks are. They’re invitations to go back and make different choices. When you make a decision, you think it’s you doing it, but it’s not. It’s the spirit out there that’s connected to our world that decides what we do and we just have to go along for the ride. Mirrors let you move through time. The government monitors people, they pay people to pretend to be your relatives, and they put drugs in your food and they film you. There’s messages in every game. Like Pac-Man, do you know what PAC stands for? P-A-C. Program and Control. He’s Program and Control Man. The whole thing’s a metaphor. He thinks he’s got free will but really, he’s trapped in a maze, in a system, all he can do is consume, he’s pursued by demons that are probably just in his own head. And even if he does manage to escape by slipping out one side of the maze, what happens? He comes right back in the other side. People think it’s a happy game, it’s not happy, it’s a fucking nightmare world and the worst thing is it’s real and we live in it.”
