I'll Never Wear Your Broken Crown

Stephen James Hart || 32 || Conservationalist Marksman || Martyr || Well-Intended Fuck-Up Stephen. (Greek: στέφανος) Crown. AU Indie Blog for Primeval's Stephen Hart, in which he's obviously not dead, but did lock himself in with Leek's predators to save the team. (See 'About' page for explanation.) Mun and Muse are both 18+ || NSFW content will be tagged || see 'Rules' page for basic info Mun FC has changed to Darren Criss

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"Yeah, yeah.      Bloody extortionist.”

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"Hang on         Who's using who, here, mate?"

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Send "Don't you remember?" for my muse's reaction to waking up in hospital with no memory of your muse, themselves or their life

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"Blind leadin’ the blind on that one.      C’mon just do me the favor this time.”

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"Right, but you'll owe me.      I'm keeping a record, so you know."

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“Tell me y’ did the Herbology homework, mate.      I’m desperate.”

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"Herbology, yes. Potions, no.      I propose a trade."

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Points Prompt #1: Hogwarts Letter

At first, he thought it was a joke. When an owl thumped into his bedroom window, he was sure it was some of his mates playing an elaborate prank. He didn't even read the letter, just picked out a feeding rat from his snake tank to feed to the owl. It was more interesting to him than a sheet of paper, anyway. 

But then another letter came. 

And another. 

And another. 

Eventually, with a stack of old parchment letters stacked up on his desk and his dad whinging about all the bird shite on his car, Stephen sat down to tear one of them open. 

Mr. Stephen Hart The Attic over the Garage 16 Emerson Way, Cressington, Liverpool

He read the message, but it didn't convince him. It wasn't until a week later, when a cat showed up on his doorstep that turned into a person, that he realized this was serious. They were serious. 

And that was how he found out about Hogwarts. 

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Study Hall

Subin loved being a study hall proctor.  She loved the time it gave her to talk one-on-one with her students, and she always looked forward to it when it appeared on her schedule.  Walking down one row of students, she peered over a shoulder or two, asking here and there if she could offer any assistance when a student looked to be struggling.  Deep as she was in thought over one particularly tricky-looking herbology assignment, she managed to walk right into someone with a rather hard “thump.”

"Oh!  I’m sorry!" she called, scrambling to her feet to offer a hand. "I didn’t see you there."

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Stephen eyed her hand, but didn't have a free one of his own to take it with. He had an old tome he'd nicked from the potions professor in one and a quill in the other for the notations he was supposed to be doing.

"No worries," he said. "I'm easy to miss." It was a joke. At six-one, he tended to stand out among his peers.

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   ”I’ll take your word, kid.”

                         Thankfully it’s just the pair of them in his class. The                          rest of the students were far off. The door locked,                          and a moment of privacy was valuable as it was                          likely fleeting. Either way, he toys with his coffee                          and flashes a smile at Stephen’s words.

                         Yeah, seeing the kid hexing a helpless book would be                          fucking hilarious.

                         Call him sentimental for keeping the thick tome. Now                          he laid his broken dreams out as a gift to Stephen.                          Sentimental it seemed, even now when he shouldn’t                          be. With a person he shouldn’t care for.

   ”Long time ago, yeah. Things changed.”

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  "Things usually do." 

                Nobody ever ended up where they saw themselves                 when they were younger. The world didn't work like                 that.

                But he's curious. He doesn't get many glimpses behind                 the curtain with Jack. He turns the book over in his hands                 and summons a smile.

   "I'm not gonna find any hearts scribbled in here,     am I? Jack loves Lucinda or something like that?"

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mcclxne replied to your post:ooc; Anybody know where I can find some HQ James...

; I’ll see what I can do. *u*

ooc; You don't have to do that. I love you already. <3

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   ”Yeah, can’t share the sentiment unfortunately.”

               Coal meant a family that was there. Not one that was                broken then ripped apart. He only remembers the few                years he had with his sister. Not the distraught mother                or the absent father.

   ”It’s alright.”

               The last gift he’d gotten was a stupid toy truck when                he was eight. The books he’d bought on his own.                Nowadays he had this stupid kid in front of him and a                half-delirious sister. At the mention of the gift though,                Jack shrugs, sips at his coffee, and finds no need to                stick to tradition.

   ”Open it now.”

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   "Trust me   you weren't missing anything."

            The coal was never a gift; it was just there. Everywhere.             All over the house, all over the town. The only thing that             killed more people than black lung was liver failure.

   "If something jumps out at me, I might hex it."

            It's more of a joke than a warning as he sits down on             Jack's desk, legs folded under him as he starts to open             his gift. His fingers touch the worn leather of the book             cover, and his eyebrow arches when he sees the name             inside.

   "This ... was yours?"

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ooc; Anybody know where I can find some HQ James Murray/Stephen Hart icons? Or if someone makes icons, I'd love you forever. 

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            “ Didn’t she tell ya? Tried that                last week. Apparently ‘m not                t’ Rex’s taste. Prefers greens. ”                                Though a coelurosauravus on                                 your chest certainly did wake                                 you up right quick.

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        " I wouldn't test your luck. Abby's            determined. And she's got a lot           to choose from. "

                    If a coelurosauravus was the worst                     thing that ever crossed their paths,                     Stephen wouldn't travel with a 9mm                     tucked in the waistband of his trousers.

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   ”Optimism isn’t a bad thing.”

                         As if he’s one to talk. Either way, he’s not looking                          forward to covering up the fresh set of another                          round of ‘talking’ with his family. It meant something                          blowing up. It meant more scars to hide. Jack smiles                          pleasantly around his coffee as he takes a seat across                          from his student.

   ”Not exactly. Could be fruitcake.”

                         But it’s a thick tome of valuable information. A little                          worn around the edges. He hopes Stephen will like                          the countless pages of creatures. The annotations                          though are the only thing he couldn’t spell off. Though                          neither could he erase his name on the first page,                          scribbled in youthful haste.

   ”Unless you prefer the coal.”

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  "I'm from Liverpool; I've had plenty    of coal in my life, thanks."

               He takes the box and has to fight the childish urge to                 shake it. Curiosity is a blessing and a curse.

  "I didn't get you anything."

               Not true. He's found him a few things, left them sitting                around Jack's office for him to find. He's never been                 good at giving gifts, not even to Kadi. And he always                 thought she enjoyed the puzzle of finding things.

  "Do I open it now, or do I wait?"

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                               A brisk walk with wide eyes                                and not even so much as a                                 hello  as he passes.             “ Heads up. Abby ‘s on                the  r a m p a g e  t’day.”

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        "Don't let her hear you say that.          She'll cut you up and feed you          to Rex."

                  He was only taking the piss ... mostly.                    But he would steer clear of Abby if he                   could manage it.

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   ”Some would call that gullible.”

                         Their relationship should prove that. Yet for all of it,                          here he was, poorly wrapped gift in his hands and                          too late to give it when it counted most. Either way                          it’s pushed across the table.

   ”Be good on holiday, kid.”

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  "I'm secretly an optimist."

                  Because sarcasm is easier than admitting he's                   just that desperate, and just that little bit was                   enough honesty for the day. He takes the gift,                   eyes it skeptically.

  "Or else Santa'll give me a lump of coal?"

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You’ve been one of my favorite people of 2014. Send this to everyone who has had an impact however big or small on your life this year.

ooc; I didn't see this until now, but cheers!