nightcrawlingmachine·
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The classroom off the Gunhilda of Groomer corridor on the third floor of the Castle had been the trio’s meeting spot since…was it second or first year? Third? It seemed their entire existence through Hogwarts had been flanked by Eden and Orly. He didn’t know why if their current conversation flirtation or whatever was an indication of the future. A future where the two of them sucked face and he got left on the sidelines. Not that it mattered. They weren’t getting rid of him. That’d take too much effort. He’d make sure of that.
Rolling his eyes at their chatter, Kennedy focused back on the matter at hand. Literally. He’d spent the past few weeks of the school year reading. Like actually reading. For fun? For a fun, unfortunately educational, sick trick. Incendio was a child’s spell. He just wanted to be able to cast it wandlessly. Just a snap of his fingers, boom. Fire. He could light his cigarette and never have to worry about getting his wand out again.
Kennedy had been getting it but the flame was weak and sad or too big to hold onto for more than a few minutes. He snapped a few times before holding one of his first consistent flames. “сука блять.” Ken muttered under his breath, damn impressed with himself. He was holding onto it and it wasn’t burning him. Just dancing at the tip of his fingers with ease. Kennedy snapped again, intent on clearing the flame from existence, except that didn’t happened. It danced more and grew brighter and larger. “Uh..” was the only warning before it moved from his hand to the floor, jumping and skipping until it found something to latch onto. Orlando’s robes.
It happened more and more lately, Eden getting lost into meaningless (or too meaningful) conversations with Orlando. He didn’t want Kennedy to think his friends were ditching him, but it was getting difficult to break contact when Orly was looking at him like that. Sometimes it took a lot to break the spell Eden was more and more certain he was in – most likely a charm only Veelas knew of.
So when he heard an ‘uh’ that usually meant trouble, Eden didn’t react as quickly as he could have. It took him a moment to notice smoke and an increase in temperature that had him go, ‘uh-oh’, parroting Kennedy without intending to.
“You’re about to be roast badger,” was his warning as he rose from his seat, carefully walking a half-circle to get behind Orlando. Flames were happily climbing their way up his robes, something he knew for a fact was due to the only pyromaniac in the room. So he turned towards his friend, not sounding panicked enough for someone whose crush fuck buddy had been sort of set on fire. “Ken, any water-conjuring finger-snap you’d like to use right now? Does Aguamenti even work on this?”
