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amelia-skeletons
“I prefer dedicated, but I’m glad I keep you on your toes.” Amelia smirked, giving him a nudge with her shoulder. “It’s only a wrist sprain this time, thankfully, so it’s not too bad.”
“Well, bad enough for it to be in a sling.” He nudged her back gently, smiling. “When’s Hooch letting you fly again?”
amelia-skeletons
Amelia laughed. “What do you think? I fell off of my broom, again.”
“Again?! You’re shocking, you know that? What’s broken this time?”
“What’ve you gone and done now? Arm in a sling and everything, are you alright?”
acereporterlockhart
“Come now. no need to be rude.”
“Not being rude, just truthful.” August replied shortly. He hardly saw what all the fuss was about when it came to Gilderoy, not quite understanding why so many people got up in arms about him so often. It seemed ridiculous. “Who are you meant to be anyway?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t mind if you start drooling. I am quite a sight.”
“Vomiting in my mouth might be more correct?”
amelia-skeletons
Amelia’s smile widened at his over the top reaction. “Oh, please. I’ve known you for what, one a half years now? And in that time I’ve never even seen you get close to riding a broomstick.” His last comment distracted her from the path and she was far too focused on his expression to notice the thick branch lying in front of her. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself when she felt her foot hit the branch, causing her to lose her balance.
"Because there's never been a situation where I've needed to use my fantastic broom-riding skills." August teased, laughing but quickly realising what had happened and grabbing Amelia's hand, sending yet another electric spark through his fingertips, this time up through his arm too. "Hey, watch yourself there, Ames. Don't need a broken bone to cut our walk short, yeah?" He said, helping her back up and smiling as he steadied her.
acereporterlockhart
“Probably not, love. Though I’ll teach you how to be extra charming to increase your chances.”
“I’m right, thanks. What makes you think you’re so charming anyway?”
fowler-power
“Why’re you still in Astronomy? Couldn’t you drop it after OWLs?”
“I love it, but all the other work from my other classes is killing me.”Â
Amelia laughed, breaking the remaining awkward tension. “I’m not asking you to, Gus. I was just asking if you caught anything in my team that needs improving, but I suppose I should ask someone that actually knows how to fly a broomstick.” She teased, smiling gently when their hands brushed together.
“Wow,” August said, dramatically playing hurt. “I never expected such scathing comments from a lady like yourself. And I can ride a broom, for your information.” He laughed, giving her a nudge. “The game was great the other day, you played brilliantly. You're a great Chaser. You’re great. Sorry, did I say that already?” He flushed slightly, running a hand through his curly hair and trying to calm himself internally.
“D’you think that Professor Sinistra will accept me falling asleep before 8pm every night out of exhaustion as an excuse for why my Astrology homework isn’t done?”
Amelia wasn’t naturally an awkward person, but of course August’s actions had definitely made her question their relationship. She felt the colour returning to her cheeks and she gave August a warm smile, not letting on that she was having a mini internal panic attack. “Hey, what did you think of the game last night? Any pointers from an outsider’s view?” She wanted to kick herself for such a lame topic, but at least it got them talking again.
“The game?” August asked after a brief moment of silence, too caught up in his thoughts to register what Amelia had said. “You guys were great, but as a Hufflepuff I’m under oath to not give anything away.” His smile gleamed as he looked down at her, their hands brushing together briefly as they strolled along the flowery path, sending a jolt through his arm. “As much as I’d like to.”
Amelia stood in silence for what seemed like hours, trying to get her head around what had happened and how she felt about it. It definitely stirred something within her - whether it was good or bad she wasn’t sure. She was at a loss for words, so all the girl could do was laugh. Her frozen expression slowly turned into one of amusement and she let out an awkward but loud laugh. “Come on.” She nodded her head towards the path and began walking again, as if to skip ahead and ignore what had just occurred.
August looked at her for a moment as she began walking down the path, still in shock over his cringe-worthy expression of love for Amelia. Her laugh, although loud, was not malicious or hurtful, it was as warm and as charming as she always was, saving him a lot of embarrassment. The fact that she was just brushing the whole situation off was more than August could believe, so instead  of waiting around long enough for her to change her mind, he caught up to her on the path and fell into step yet again as he wracked his brain for a topic of conversation that wasn’t the weather.Â
August and Charlotte goofing around.
Taken by Amelia.
*clears throat* if i looked you up in the dictionary, there’d be a picture of cute- *coughs* i mean, um, if i looked up dictionary in cute, thered- no, i meant *shuffles cards* if you looked cute up in the dictionary, there’d be a picture of me- *drops cards* i, uh *flusters* the, um *panics* the dictionary thinks you’re cute
augustonthecobb
When he saw Amelia leaning in, he leaned in too, feeling a bit bad that <em>she</em> was making the first move, but he wasn’t about to stop her. He closed his eyes and put a hand on her waist, waiting for their lips to connect.
As soon as her fingers touched the feather sitting in his hair, his hand connected with her waist. Her brow furrowed and she looked down, confused. It was only until she looked back up at his face that she realised what was going on. Her heart skipped a beat and she had no idea how to react. All she could do was pull the feather from his hair and hold it up, with an awkward expression on her face. “Um, August..”Â
August opened his eyes and flushed heavily, feeling like his whole body was on fire as he looked at the orange feather. His fingertips felt like lead as he pulled them off her waist, and he was unable to even form an apology in his head for his actions. "I-- shit-- I didn't-- shit, Ames." He managed, hardly able to speak as he looked at the gorgeous girl standing in front of him.
augustonthecobb
“She’s a great girl, she was actually the one who piqued all our interests in Muggle stuff.” He laughed once the jumper was off his head, passing it to her and smiling a little when their hands brushed together. “Don’t sweat it, Ames. Look, now you have a nice new dress. Tad long, but you make it work. You make anything work. You’d look good in a sack of potatoes. No–” August groaned. “That’s wrong. A potato sack. You’d look good in a potato sack. You’re pretty.” He laughed nervously, his face flushed.
Amelia looked down at the sweater and laughed at how unflattering it was. Although she had to admit - it was incredibly cosy and it had a musky, pleasant smell to it. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she smiled sweetly, and before she opened her mouth to respond, a feather sitting in his ruffled hair caught her eye. She leaned in closely and reached out to remove it, neglecting to actually explain what she was doing.
When he saw Amelia leaning in, he leaned in too, feeling a bit bad that <em>she</em> was making the first move, but he wasn't about to stop her. He closed his eyes and put a hand on her waist, waiting for their lips to connect.
augustonthecobb
“Joan loves them. Looney Tunes was and is still her favourite show.” August laughed slightly before noting Amelia’s shiver. “Are you cold? Do you want my jumper?” Before she could respond, August was already pulling the jumper over his head.
“That just adds to the long list of things I like about her. I don’t think I’ve met a family more interested in muggle things. It’s.. refreshing.” Amelia’s smile only lasted for a moment when she realised what he was doing. “Oh, no, I’m–” But by the time she’d gotten the words out, his jumper was already off. She reached out to take it, her cheeks slightly redder than they were a few moments earlier. “You’d think I’d be used to the cold from Quidditch.” She gave a laugh as she shrugged the jumper on.
"She's a great girl, she was actually the one who piqued all our interests in Muggle stuff." He laughed once the jumper was off his head, passing it to her and smiling a little when their hands brushed together. "Don't sweat it, Ames. Look, now you have a nice new dress. Tad long, but you make it work. You make anything work. You'd look good in a sack of potatoes. No--" August groaned. "That's wrong. A potato sack. You'd look good in a potato sack. You're pretty." He laughed nervously, his face flushed.
