Poof, Lola's gone.

WRONG - Lola's right here you fucking brussel sprout.

[meow-morales]

“Are you kidding me right now? That’s your shining example? Everyone knows the ’94 Cup was rigged!” Val exclaimed, throwing up their hands. “So please, save yourself further embarrassment by removing your head from your asshole and admitting that every single one of the Tarapoto Tree-Skimmers could fly circles around these clowns…”

[bellamyadler]

Bellamy stood with his arms crossed, staring at the players flying on the field. From an outside perspective it looked as if he was ignoring his acquaintance beside them as they ranted about their team, but for the small twitch in his lips as he watched them gesture at the players in front of them. “Pft. Fine, I’ll admit this new team is horseshit, but they’re green. New enough that in a year or two they’ll the the ones flying circles around your team.”

[bellamyadler]

From Nate: "I never look back, darling. It distracts me from the now." (from The Incredibles)

Bell was sat at the end of Nate's bed, his head buried in an American Charms book he took from his friend's bookshelf as Nate muttered and complained from inside his extended trunk. It seemed completely inconsequential to him, but apparently, it was something of extreme importance that Nate had forgotten to pack something, or at least that's what Bellamy assumed from the racket Nate was making. He had been trying to avoid acknowledging him in the hopes that Nate would figure it out on his own, but after re-reading the same paragraph for the third time following Nate's aggravated groan, Bellamy finally put down the book to see his friend pouting at a small collection of shoes organized in a semi-circle around him.

"Okay, I'll bite. What's wrong?" Bell frowned, propping his chin on his palm and raising an eyebrow.

Nate immediately perked up, his eyes shining brightly and some stupid werewolf joke no doubt on the tip of his tongue. Bellamy narrowed his eyes in silent warning, in no mood for Nate's easy teasing when he hadn't had his morning coffee yet.

Nate might not have said anything, but he made a point of making a playful biting movement in Bell's direction, then winked before turning back to the shoes in front of him. "Which one should I wear for tonight?"

"The black ones," Bell answered, not even looking at the selection in front of Nate.

"They're all black. C'mon Bellarina-" Bellamy shot a half-hearted glare which Nate ignored and continued without interruption. "Be serious-"

"What does it matter? Wear the ones you wore yesterday. They were fine." Bellamy started to open the charms book again, bored with the conversation quickly.

"I never look back, darling. It distracts me from the now." Nate smirked assessing the choices in front of him and quietly muttered a charm on one of them to get out the smallest of scuffs.

"Have you picked one then? I'd like to get breakfast sometime today before I have to go to potions."

"You're absolute no help, you know that? I would think you'd have stronger opinions-"

"When have you ever known me to voice strong opinions?"

"-considering your little boyfriend has pretty good taste," Nate continued as if Bellamy hadn't interrupted, used to the way Bell couldn't seem to stop himself every few minutes. Bellamy may not say very much to people he wasn't close with but couldn't seem to stop himself from interjecting his thoughts with Nate, bickering under his breath in easy teasing tones. Even if it was rude and went against his pureblood upbringing.

"So ask Grant's opinion. Better yet, just get Harriet's opinion," Bellamy shrugged, pulling the book back in front of his face to finally end the conversation. Hopefully.

Nate gave in, chuckling under his breath and deciding to ask Harriet after dinner.

[bellamyadler]

Have you gone to the owlery yet?

No ... I know who's there. Shosh told me a while ago ... but I haven't gone up there, though Polly spends most of her time up there.

[bellamyadler]

tierney-smudgling said: you knew???????????!! the whole time you kNEW??????????

Uh- yeah ... A certain nosy Gryffindor wouldn’t take a hint. [ x ]

[bellamyadler]

Have you gone to the owlery yet?

No ... I know who's there. Shosh told me a while ago ... but I haven't gone up there, though Polly spends most of her time up there.

[bellamyadler]

what are you doing at hogwarts?

I graduated early. Figured after everything I didn't think I would pass my final year. I tried finding a place of my own Bellamy's parents are assholes on a whole other level and quite abusive but it didn't work out. Even with my scores, I couldn't find a position in the Ministry couldn't find a job anywhere then one day McGonagall sent me an owl and offered me a position as a Charms Apprentice under Professor Flitwick. I help grade essays, setup lessons, tutor students. I'm still uncomfortable being here.

[bellamyadler]

freddy-ryland​:

“Oh, I hoping to catch him before lunch – shoot.” Freddy scuffed her shoes on the ground, pushing away a sweaty lock of hair from her forehead. She ought to have known better, Flitwick does so like his lunch and Freddy was a whole two floors above the Charms room. “I have a few questions about Warding and Shield charms and how they can be applied to cursed items or places?” Freddy fumbled with her bookbag, “Ummm… you’re Bellamy right? I’m Freddy, I don’t think we’ve ever properly met or anything.” She looked around at the mess, “I can help clean and wait for him to come back… it’s ahhh bit  teensy-weensy urgent that I get a response - quickly.” 

Bellamy barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he turned away from the girl panting in the doorway to put the tea sets away on their designated shelves. Mostly just to give the girl a chance to catch her breath. She must have ran to try to catch the professor before lunch but came too late. “My family knows a bit about curses,” he says after a moment, offering her a chance to ask him her question and breezing over her introduction at the same time. It’s not as if he hadn’t gone to school with her for the last 7 years. However, it’s not a surprise that this is the first time they’re talking. He’s never been very talkative and that assumption is even less-so after the death of his boyfriend last year. “Besides,” Bellamy shrugs and with a wave of his hand, the rest of the tea sets float to the shelf behind him. “I’ve got the clean up handled on my own.”

[bellamyadler]

Flitwick’s last class had just finished up, the professor trotting out after the students to rush off to lunch with the rest of them while Bell stayed behind, collecting the mismatched tea sets the previous class were using, but looked up when he heard someone enter the Charms room. “The Professor already went to lunch. You’ll have to come back another time to see him. Unless you’re here to help me clean up.”