âSure, darling, whatever you say,â she mused with a grin. Pansy rolled her eyes playfully, âThat is definitely not how that works.â
âYes, it is whatever I say.â Blake teased with a smile, âIâm most certain thatâs how it works, my tiny little flower.â He licked his ice cream again. âSo, excited about going back to school? Then we can hang out every single day.â
âcanât say i blame you â for the enjoyment or the self-conversation,â he responded softly from the adjacent seat, third tub of mint chocolate ice cream emptied and directed towards the nearest bin with a wordless spell. with the full moon only a few days away ( and so close to the beginning of the new school year at that ) remus felt his over-indulgence could be excused. âfortescueâs is easily the best part of diagon alley, and unquestionably the best part of back to school shopping.â
âThank you for not judging me.â Blake smiled as he gave his ice cream another lick. After all the annoyance from getting all of his school supplies this was the best stress reliever he could ask for. âI agree, if this place wasnât here itâd make school shopping so much worse. Thereâd probably be a lot of sad kids wandering around as well.â
All thought of anything other than ice cream eluded her the minute Tonks took her first steps onto the worn cobblestones of Diagon Ally. After stowing her to-do list in her rucksack, she made a straight beeline for the shop. It was a risk choosing a cone â she usually ending up accidentally splattering it on the pavement and more often than not another scoop was waiting inside for her. Probably proof that she should make her visits less frequent. After some small talk with the cashier, Tonks made her way outside. The air was still warm, but she could sense that fall crispness ever so often in the wind. Her eyes swept over patio, almost instinctively. It was full, mainly made up of parents and their children enjoying a treat after all the shopping for the school year and Tonks couldnât help but feel a twinge in the pit of her stomach. Whether it be missing childhood moments or longing for something she didnât think sheâd ever be able to have, Tonks couldnât quite say. Almost immediately after, she spotted one of Hufflepuffâs Beaters, Blake. âWotcher, Blake!â She walked over to where he was sitting, adjusting the weight of the bag on her shoulder. âCanât fault you there. I reckon Florean has one of the best ice cream spots. Iâm pretty excited myself, if you canât tell,â She beamed, taking another lick of her ice cream to solidify her statement. âIs this an âiâve finished all my school shoppingâ celebration or motivation before you get started?âÂ
Blake grinned as he looked up at her then squinted his eyes. âTonks! Iâd be worried for you if you werenât excited for ice cream.â He said as he pursed his lips in thought and then shrugged. âWell, Iâm almost finished...so Iâd say itâs a cross between a prize for finishing and motivation.â
âBlake!â Neville grinned, sitting down next to him. âWhatâs up, mate?â He waved his hand dismissively. âAhâitâs all forgotten. Do you know how much I talk to myself? Like, all of the time. Well not all the of the time because that would be crazyâŠI mostly talks to plants,â he rambled. âWhich, now that I think about it, isnât that better.â
âI am so happy right now, you just made my day.â Blake beamed when Neville sat down next to him. He let out a small laugh when he mentioned talking to plants. âThatâs really not surprising but nothing to be ashamed of, theyâre like your little friends. Itâs normal to talk to them, I think.â
âFour hours? Iâd be dead if I was you, Iâve only been here for two and I feel like a zombie.â Blake hummed as he looked down at his ice cream cone. âIâve heard of that one but I too have been scarred from those jelly beans, so, Iâm just a plain chocolate man.â
âGot the height of a hovering parent and the face of a twelve year old,â he replied, reaching up to pat the side of Blakeâs face. âWhat a curse.â Phoenix smirked and walked around him. âIâm about to BS the rest of this list. I donât know what the hell Iâm buying.â He looked at him. âAre you done yet? You want to do mine for me?â
âItâs genuinely sad to me how accurate that description is.â Blake said with a shake of his head as he fell into step beside him. âHow do you not know what to buy! You donât remember your classes?â Blake pursed his list in thought. âYes I did finish and no I wonât do yours for you but I will help you finish.â
âWeâve already established youâre a big weirdo, darling,â she said. âI realized that when we were eleven.â After she got her cup of vanilla ice cream she sat down across from him. âIâm not surprised you talk to yourself.â
âHey, I donât talk to myself! A man canât be excited for his favorite frozen treat?â Blake said before moving to poke her knee with a big grin. âThat means youâre friends with a weirdo, so, by principal that makes you a weirdo too.â
Blake threw himself down into one of the chairs outside Florean Fortescueâs Ice Cream Parlour and let out a deep sigh as his bag of books slowly slid to the ground. âFinally.â He mumbled to himself before licking his chocolate ice cream cone then looked up when he noticed someone near him. âI swear I wasnât talking to myself ... just really excited for the ice cream.â
âYeah, well. Thought wrong.â He patted his shoulder and made his way around him to reach for the book heâd been eyeing for one of his classes. âYou blended in right with the herd of over-excited first years and their hovering parents.â
Blake smiled to himself as he watched Phoenix reach around him. âPlease tell me I look like a hovering parent and not a first year.â He said before scrunching his nose. âI think Iâm too tall for people to think Iâm eleven.â
â i hate to be THAT guy, â stevie said as she flipped the book over in her hands, her school books forgotten as she winced, the dust sleeve sticking to her fingers, â but shouldnât WIZEACREâS POTENT WAND TRICKS FOR AGEING WIX be in the adult section? i donât think theyâre talking about wooden wands if you get me. â
âOh, no... thatâs probably the saddest thing Iâve seen today.â Blake shook his head then looked over at her trying his best not to giggle. âAt least heâs trying to get help for his little issue, right?â
He didnât play, couldnât play was more like it, but the quidditch shop had always been one of Evanâs favorites. If only he was more coordinated on a broom; it was embarrassing coming from the same family as Harry and his father, both excellent players. But that didnât stop him from admiring the new broom that had just been released not a month ago. âThey say itâs the fastest model yet,â he breathed, staring at the broom as if it were the most marvelous thing heâd ever seen.
Blake cocked his head to the side as he stared at the broom and tried not to let out a sigh. âI know, itâs absolutely stunning ... way out of my price point though.â He said with a shrug, his parents supported him playing quidditch and all but they didnât see it as a âlong term goalâ for him which was why he wouldnât be getting a new broom anytime soon. âItâs pretty to look at, at least.â
Blake turned to look at him then raised his eyebrows with an amused smile on his face. âSorry, I didnât realize I was taking up so much room.â He said as he adjusted his hold on the books he was carrying. âI definitely thought someone would be able to go around me.â
Nowhere man, donât worry. Take your time, donât hurry.
Basics.
Full Name: Blake Maxwell Everleigh
Nickname: N/A
Date of Birth: July 16th
Age: Seventeen
Astrological Sign: Cancer
Gender: Cisgender male
Pronouns: He/Him
Orientation: Pansexual/Panromantic
Occupation: Student
Appearance.
Faceclaim: Harry Styles
Height: 6'0
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Blueish green
Hair Style and Length: Recently cut shorter but left it a little shaggy near his ears and he doesnât wear it any particular style. He usually just brushes it out then lets it fall where ever it pleases.
Clothing Style: Blake doesnât care much about clothing or style, so, heâll throw anything on when heâs not at Hogwarts. His go-to is usually some kind of graphic tee, jeans, and sneakers.
Piercings: One in his left earlobe, he usually wears a small silver hoop or safety pin there and takes it out for quidditch.
Tattoos: N/A
Health.
Physical Ailments/Disabilities/Issues: N/A
Drug and Alcohol Use: No to both, he doesnât have anything against it but he doesnât particularly like the way it makes him feel.
Sleeping Habits: Blake is an extremely heavy sleeper, he falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. But since heâs such a deep sleeper, he often misses his alarms or sleeps in. Which leads to him running around when he realizes that heâs late.
Exercise Habits: Blake generally enjoys getting out and being active. Heâs a big fan of running, often using that as his alone or thinking time. He also enjoys flying around on his broom for fun.
Body Temperature: Warm-blooded
Personal Attributes.
Label: The Halcyon (someone who is optimistic and carefree in their lifestyle, typically naive and oblivious to their surroundings. they can be enthusiastic and childish in what they say.)
As you know them better (and you like them): Caring, trustworthy, loyal, charismatic, and optimistic
As you know them better (and you hate them): Naive, childish, escapist, irresponsible, and gullible
Goals/Desires: Tba.
Habits: Heâs often humming to himself or whistling (heâs aware the whistling can get annoying). He usually does this while heâs doing work or walking to his classes. When heâs bored he usually starts picking on the skin on his lips.
Family.
Mother: Stella Everleigh
Father: Maxwell Everleigh II
Sibling(s): N/A
Relatives: tba.
Family Line of Work: tba.
Education.
School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House: Hufflepuff
Best Core Class: Potions
Worst Core Class: Transfiguration
Elective: Divination
Quidditch: Beater
Extra-Curricular: N/A
Magic.
Wand:
Length: 11 inches
Flexibility: Quite springy
Wood: Alder
Core: Unicorn Hair
Pet: A black fluffy cat named Claire, heâs not sure what breed she is he thinks sheâs just mixed.
Boggart: His parents suffering in front of him
Patronous: A bulldog
Amortentia: tba.
Extra Information.
Favorite Food(s): Any sugary breakfast food (pancakes, waffles, french toast)
so annoying when ppl are like âur always laughinâ âu laugh at everythingâ âits not that funnyâ like OK sorry iâm a happy person why u bitter