broken wings

fabian yeo . 7th puff . accident prone . quidditch keeper Even if this is an eternal dream I’ll never give up I’ll never give up An unescapable maze It doesn’t matter No need to be scared, don’t worry Your memory Black or white There’s no answer on this black night The moonlight is shining brightly

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crphoebe:

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weekends usually tend to mean several things: times she can sleep in for two consecutive mornings, as much freedom as hogwarts entails for the occasion, and the company of me, myself, and i makes for more than enough homebodies to occupy the little space she has practically branded as her territory. 

fabian’s sudden grand (and remarkably steadied) entrance into the kitchenette brings rise to more bafflement than alarm. the extent of their connection only goes so far: her stunt as a resident chaser for the badgers was terribly short-lived; any relationships formed solely within that quidditch bubble were almost expected to fall through in similar fashion. 

it’s safe to say then that there’s more than what meets the eye when it comes to the boy, and today’s no exception. in addition to his taste-testing responsibilities, he’s going to lend a helping hand in the food prep. 

that should’ve been the first red flag.

but she’s all too busy dicing leafy greens and stalks and whatever assortment of vegetables that sit in the basket to dispute his decision. on the stove sits a steel pot, near full to the brim with the water simmering. phoebe turns only to vaguely gesture towards the pot, obviously very in the zone and of the belief that he’s capable of carrying out this one simple task. “can you add some salt into that?” 

though she was no longer on the quidditch team, they had been friends in the time she was and that wasn’t going to change just because she didn’t play anymore. he had become her company when she was cooking for the most part, and usually that meant he was a taste tester. which he really wasn’t going to complain about because he loved food and was not going to turn down the chance to get some free food. 

but he was surprised when she seemed to be letting him do more than just the tasting and was willing to let him help with the preparation. something she was probably going to come to regret by the end of this as he was no cook. he’d never cooked anything in his life and honestly didn’t know the difference between a lot of different kitchen equipment. all he knew about the subject was what he had learned from watching her or his own parents cook when he was home. not like he had ever taken any lessons. 

however, fabian was not going to be deterred by his lack of knowledge, eagerly accepting the challenge with a nod of his head. “alright,” he announced with a smile, moving towards the pot and peering in at the bubbling water. though he paused, thinking things over for a moment as he tried to find where the salt actually was. but he couldn’t find it, nose wrinkling a little as he turned his head back towards where phoebe was working. 

“where is the salt?” he wondered, eyes still looking on all the surfaces for where it might be, “and how much is some?” 

[crfabian-blog]

blind leading the

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fabian really, really, really didn’t need to be dealing with this right now. 

usually he was the one causing accidents, so it had been some surprise to be suddenly hit in the face with a quaffle while he was walking through the grounds back towards the castle. and he was fine with that, while it had hurt a little at the time, he’d been hit in the face with a quaffle before. many times. it came with the territory of being the keeper. however, he was not okay with the hit knocking his glasses right off his nose. and whoever had thrown the quaffle didn’t stick around to help look for them, either, just leaving him to suffer. 

a suffer he did, he was practically blind without them and had no idea where they had fallen. he only managed to locate them once he had already stepped right on them and heard a crack sound.

“oh,” he just uttered softly as he bent over to pick them up, holding them between two fingers, squinting to try and assess the damage. one of the lenses was completely broken in, glass stuck in the grass and mud under his foot, the other lens cracked. and not to mention the thin metal was all bent. completely ruined. but this was far from the first time he had broken his glasses and occulus reparo was one of the only spells he could do because he used it so much. but the problem was, he didn’t have his wand on him. 

so, that is how he found himself trying to get back to the common room, broken glasses sitting weirdly on his nose as he tried to use the cracked lens to make it back in one piece. which didn’t really work when he walked right into the side of a gargoyle against the wall because it was too blurry to tell the difference. 

“ouch.” 

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escape artist

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crcameron:

@crfabian

sticky situations are something cameron is good at finding. between his constantly getting lost, and his ability to trip over nothing, the seventh year finds himself in a few rather unfortunate places. there was the one time in his third year where he got stuck behind a tapestry and had to be recused. and then the one time he caused cast a transfiguration spell wrong and all the paper on his table started to attack him–the paper cuts from that were terrible.

case in point. cameron is somewhat of a trouble magnet. but as much as he finds himself in these here situations, he also is starting to know how to get himself out of them. when he gets lost in school, well known he knows the point me spell. accidentally make a book start screaming at him? simply close the book. and this one. 

“uh, i swear it’s not what it looks like.” when, in fact, it is exactly what it looks like. cameron had been messing around with the enlargement spell and shrinking spell on a few pieces of his candy when the enlargement hit one of his bubble gum pieces. the effects had been, messy, to say the least. the gum growing, and catching the poor half veela in its sticky bubble, glueing him to the table along with his school stuff.

what a perfect time for someone to walk near him. “don’t worry i can–uh– i can get out.”

fabian was used to trouble, he always seemed to be getting into it and was quite sure the professors were tired of him by now. but it was not his fault, not really, he was just trying to practice magic to be a better wizard, but his magic never wanted to work and it ended up causing someone to get hurt or exploding something or something backfiring and hurting fabian. and the seventh year hated that, he just wanted to be a decent wizard and not some laughing stock, and the only way he saw that changing was with constant practice.

he had been looking for a quiet place he could get in some practice, he didn’t have any classes thanks to some free periods and was already tired of looking through his notes in preparation for exams. and he knew he wanted to get good grades, but reading his notes and textbooks was not the only thing he could be doing with his time. 

shouldering open the door to an empty classroom, fabian paused as he stared at the scene in front of him, eyes then moving to the familiar face stuck in the center of all this mess. “it looks like magic gone wrong,” fabian just pointed out, knowing full well that was what had happened as it had happened to him enough times in the past. not this exact scenario, maybe, but spells going wrong was something he was rather well versed in. 

“are you sure you can get out of there, cameron?” he asked his classmate, moving a little closer, but trying extra hard to touch any of the gum, “need some help?” 

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crperseus:

『 dropping a kitten into @crfabian ‘s lap 』

in the furry of students pouring out in continuous waves after class comes to an end, perseus is one of many. he expects himself to be a simple blurry grey figure for ( almost if not ) everyone and spends his time focusing less on figuring out who he knew in the crowd. instead, it would be more on trying to maneuver the chaotic state. it’s like a game ( so he’d often tell his roommates ) to see how many people he wouldn’t bump into when moving with or against a cluster of students.

moments like these remind him how easy everything would be with the flexibility and agility of a feline. or upon further pondering, if a feline was tossed into such a crowd it would ( certainly ) climb up high during the chaos and maneuver away from everything. either way, perseus reaches a conclusion ( that often comes daily ) that the pets of hogwarts live a much more satisfying life than he will. so that is that.

perseus is ( unfortunately ) not equipped with the same gifts, so attention focuses more on the crowd. meandering around, he hopes that he will reach his destination in a timely manner. hogwarts ( in some seemingly ironic case ) never seems so big until he’s trying to go from one point to another through the castle on some crunched time.

it’s probably the extra rush of today that reflects on him as paying less attention to his surroundings. not noticing a person charging his way , the next scene can only be called the utmost of cliches.

barreling into each other, paper and textbooks go flying. the ravenclaw can only think about his next class ( some professors were less than friendly about late people ) so he absentmindedly grabs the nearest thing to him, muttering a genuine but quick sorry before he vanishes.

perseus hasn’t noticed he’s brought the wrong thing. but good thing his timetable is tucked into his notes.

hogwarts was always in one of two states - complete madness or complete calm. the latter was most of the time when most students were in a class, meaning the hallways were quiet and there wasn’t a stampede of people trying to get to their next class in time. when classes did come out, that’s when the former came into play, making it very hard to get around without bumping into people unless you happened to know some shortcut. and there probably was one somewhere, but fabian had never bothered to find out where all the shortcuts in the castle were. 

he’d had a free period and had been doing some reading in the library. and he had been hoping to make a break to his next class before the stampede of students arrived, however, he had lost track of time and was so lost in the chapter that he hadn’t noticed that class was coming out until he heard the rush outside. 

sighing a little, fabian stuffed all of his things back into his bag, picking it up and slinging it over his shoulder. while he would much like to simply not attend the next class and spend the rest of the day just hiding in the library, he knew that was probably not the best idea and would probably only get him into trouble with the professors. and he got into enough trouble as it was when he decided to try and practice his magic. 

exiting the library, the seventh year just tried to focus on where he was going, sticking close to the walls in the hopes that there would be less people near the sides and he wouldn’t end up bumping into someone. however, fates were never on his side and this didn’t turn out to be the case. it didn’t take too long before someone came walking right into the front of him, or maybe it was the other way round, knocking his bag right off his shoulder, a bunch of his paper and textbooks falling out in the process. 

but the guy who had bumped into him (or he had bumped into) just offered a quick apology, picking up what was closest to him and vanishing into the crowd again. he thought that was just a little rude, but didn’t complain about it, just starting tp pick up what was left on the ground. however, it didn’t take him long to realise the other student had picked up some of the wrong stuff. which was just a little bit of a problem as he was now long gone and fabian had no idea who he was. 

as luck would have it, he had left behind his timetable, so at least fabian knew where he was supposedly heading. so, after picking up the guy’s things, he made a diversion from heading to his own class to chase after him. not like he could show up to class with the wrong things. 

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And I Will Try and Fix You

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crxaelita:

♣   Finally returning her gaze to him, she nodded her head in reply. She walked ahead of the male to get out of the classroom with her items in one arm and the injured arm lays limply to the side of her. The moment she got outside, she turned back around. “I think you should lead the way… I’m not sure where we’re supposed to go.” She bashfully informed him, her eyes once again trailing to the floor and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment from her rash decision to walk out first when she didn’t even know where they were going to go.

She stood there and waited for Fabian to walk ahead of her first before following right behind him. She looked like a lost puppy that was being brought home to patch up. Her sight was stuck to the floor that seemingly looked a lot more intriguing than anything else at the moment. It took her a few moments before she gathered enough courage to ask him a question. 

“Where exactly are we moving to?”

he noticed how she was having to hold all of her things in one arm and instantly felt even more bad for her and the need for helping just got even stronger. “let me carry your things,” he offered pretty quickly as they left the classroom, juggling his own things in his arms to hastily shove them into the bag over his shoulder. then he offered out his free arms, already making a move to try and take her things into his own arms. he almost felt as though he had to, even if he was not the one to hurt her, it was the nice thing to do to help someone who was in pain and needed the extra help. (and maybe it would make up for when he completely botched up helping and actually made everything worse by accident. as usual.)

“i don’t actually really... know,” he did offer after a moment as he just found himself wandering aimlessly down the corridor, “maybe just an empty classroom or something.” somewhere which was out of the way and yet wasn’t too dark and cramped, like a broom cupboard, so he could at least see what he was doing. there was a higher chance it would go wrong if he couldn’t actually see what he was doing. 

[titanianiania]

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crtitania:

【 nia oh little nia remember the last time you fell down the curious hole?                                               i have always wondered were you willing or foolish? 】

Fallen stars make themselves at home in the darkness of lost irises. Sparkling dimly with each cries of mischief that stirs itself with each twinkle of a thought leaping through her mind. This is a language which only belongs to her and perhaps one or two other. So easily can chaos be veiled by a charming smile. The Cheshire cat would e proud of its protege, silently hovering in the air while eyes laid on her target.

So curious. A school of magic is a Peacock display of untold irregularities but even then there is always something new. Or someone new. Fingers dance away in the pockets of a cooled robe as Titania allows for time to tick away while she stares at the boy before her. An examiner with a curious artifact laid out. Hufflepuff.

There is something twitching in his pocket. Another source of curiosity but lesser than the first one which rose. A boy sleeping upside down like the bats which inhabit darkened corners at night.

It would be a shame for such odd comforts to be disrupted.

so she’ll take that honor, fingers still dancing away in pockets. A hum vibrats from her throat as she extends her legs and nudges his chair. Gently, Titania would say if asked but only a fool would agree.

there were never any tears for you to cry @crfabian

reading upside down had just been something he had been doing for years and now found comfort in it. sometimes he would say that all the blood rushing to his brain helped with his concentration, but that wasn’t really true and it was just a way for him to get away with it without admitting he just found it comfortable. not many other people would agree that hanging off chairs to read was more comfortable than lounging in them or just sitting in them like a normal human being. 

then again, fabian had never really been considered a normal human being in the first place. 

it had started out as one of his normal reading sessions, picking one of his favourite chairs and simply resting his legs over the back of the rest and dangling so his head was almost hitting the floor. it was weird to look at, but a lot of people were just used to this by now and he was left alone to get along with his studying now that NEWTs were coming along and he might actually want to start to worry about them. 

but the studying didn’t last for very long, within fifteen minutes he was already fast asleep, textbook just resting open on his face as he snored. he’d half slipped off the chair as it was, head on the floor and arms just spread eagle either side of his head. well, he was like that until the chair suddenly moved out from under him, causing him to practically crumple in half in on himself, jolting awake with some surprise. 

“what?” the only word he could really manage as he pulled the textbook away from his face, adjusting his glasses to get a good look at whoever had disturbed him. “i was sleeping here, did you have to do that?” 

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And I Will Try and Fix You

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crxaelita:

♣   Her body stiffened. Guess her attempt at concealing her pain wasn’t as well as she thought. Her poker face must not have been a good one or it was her gesture that gave it away? She was holding her arm after all but it could have been a gesture that meant something else. 

She didn’t exactly want to let him help her because 1: there’s a possibility something might go wrong. 2: it’s always best to just go to the hospital wing. Professional help can never go wrong though, right? So why did she stay there contemplating whether to help him help her or decline nicely? It could have been because of his determination that stalled her from actually leaving the room. 

Chewing on her lip, her pupils darted to the side then to the arm that was hurting. Might as well let him. He’s been studying so maybe he knows what he’s doing. So she stretched her arm towards him. 

“Are we doing it here or somewhere more private?” The reply was soft, as to not alert other students that decided to linger and get the wrong impression of what she just said. 

he really would have not been offended in the slightest if she declined his help and just wanted to go to the hospital wing. that was probably the sensible thing to do as it was well documented at this point that fabian was not to best with magic and hardly had the greatest track record with avoiding incident. every time he pulled his wand out there was a danger that something was going to horribly wrong. that was just expected of him by now. 

however, aelita  hadn’t just told him to go away and made a quick escape, instead, she was offering her hurt arm towards him. for a moment, fabian let surprise flicker across his features that she was actually going to let him try and help, but that surprise was quickly gone again and now he was only thinking about what he was going to do as he assessed the damage done. thankfully, it didn’t look like too much damage had been done and, hopefully, it would be a pretty easy and fix something he could actually do without messing everything up and making the situation ten times worse. 

“maybe we should move out of the classroom,” he offered after a moment to consider the question, dropping her arm again and gesturing towards the door with a hand. mostly because he didn’t want to be distracted by someone trying to watch, and because he was ever so slightly worried that he would get into trouble with a professor for trying to do it himself and not just taking her to the actual professional in the castle. 

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And I Will Try and Fix You

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crxaelita:

@crfabian

♣   Aelita let out a pain-filled hiss as she held the back side of her forearm, her face scrunched up in reaction to the stinging feeling the cut was emitting. She wished not to become the attention of anyone because she knew better than to rely on others for something so simple as a small cut. She can go to the hospital wing when the class was dismissed, after all, there was only about a few minutes left. Despite her stubborn nature to keep quiet about it, it didn’t take long until someone in the class noticed her pain-stricken expression. 

Right when she was about to escape from the room to get her injury tended to, the male walked in front of her, blocking her from moving forward. She looks up quietly at him, her face contoured into one with confusion attached to it. “May I help you?” She asked, her clutch on her arm was tight because, although it’s not as painful as it initially was, it was still dully there reminding her of how she needs to get it fixed as soon as possible. 

“If it’s nothing important… I would like to leave, please…” She quietly continued, making sure her eye contact did not waver. 

fabian was well versed in how people looked when they hurt themselves. how they acted, their facial expressions, how some would milk it for all they were worth and others would simply pretend that nothing had happened. he knew all this because he had hurt himself (and others, on some occasions) so many times that he had seen it all before. that was how he instantly knew that aelita had hurt herself when he glanced over at her, if the holding onto her arm wasn’t making it painfully obvious for him in the first place. and now that he was sure that she had hurt herself, he felt in his budding healer heart that he needed to do something about it. 

so, as soon as the lesson was over, fabian found himself scrambling to get all his things together, moving over towards the girl and stopping her from leaving. because it would just be harder to have to chaser her down in the corridor. not that he couldn’t manage it, but he would rather just offer his help right from the beginning. 

“i know you’ve hurt yourself,” he told her, making sure not to raise his voice just in case she didn’t want people to know about it. (not that he could see why she might not want that, but it was possible.) “and i want to help. if you would let me, anyway? i’ve been reading up on a bunch of healing spells.”

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allfor24knl:

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crcai:

Cai’s halfway through being conscious when his professor finally finishes his little piece and dismisses them. It’s the usual morning with the usual students– and the usual, Cai. He’s boring, really, never worth being the protagonist of a story. Because his story, itself, seems not worthy of being told. 

He fixes the hem of his robe, exiting the classroom and maybe, hearing a loud big bang. Juniors start rushing out of the classroom next to his, screaming as smoke fumes out of the windows. 

“Cai!” an underclassman grabs the older’s collar. “Fabian’s at it again!” he says, eyes gazing at Cai’s orbs as if he’s waiting for the Slytherin to actually do something. So, Cai does, rushes into the classroom. A sigh escapes his lips. First because it’s Fabian, and second because it’s not even a class to begin with– there was no professor found. 

His hand curls into a fist. “What the hell did you do?” he says, looking all over the classroom that has been decorated by pieces of wood, and of course, to Fabian who has been decorated by something else. He rushes to Fabian, lifting his wand. 

“Vulnera Sanentur“ he chants, slowly, blood flows back, clearing the residue. He sighs, Fabian has always been so unexpected. 

of course it had to be cai who came in and caught him. well, he supposed that was still better than a professor or someone who wouldn’t bother to help him out and would just leave again. so, he supposed he could a little thankful that it was the older slytherin and not someone else. but it was still pretty embarrassing that he had seen him in this kind of situation... again. 

“didn’t do nuffin,” he just mumbled out, trying to move his presumably broken nose as little as possible, still trying to catch the blood in one hand and hiding his wand behind his back with the other. not that he really saw the point in hiding his wand as it was quite clear that he was culprit as he was the only one in the room. but he didn’t really want to admit it, maybe he could say that it was some prank and someone had made the table explode and he had just managed to get caught in the middle. though already that sounded pretty unbelievable so he decided not to try that particular lie. 

as cai fixed the nose, he finally dropped his hand, a rather dejected look on his face. while he might no longer be bleeding, he was still pretty sure the nose was still broken as he had heard it snap. unless that was just the table, but his nose did hurt so he was assuming it was broken. and hopefully cai could fix that as well and he wouldn’t have to go to the hospital wing and admit anything had happened. 

“i was just trying to transfigure the table,” he admitted eventually, finally pulling his wand from behind his back, “and it... exploded.” 

[crfabian-blog]

​“my taste buds are mad at me after eating that.”

THE FIVE SENSES SENTENCE STARTERS

fabian just nodded his head, not stopping shoving his own forkfuls of breakfast into his mouth. when he was incredibly hungry, which he always was in the mornings, then nothing was going to stop him eating until he was full. not even conversation. 

“then why’d you do it,” was what he was supposed to say, but it sort of came out in a muffle madness thanks to the pancakes currently shoved in his mouth at the time. but he didn’t even bother repeating himself as he haphazardly chewed on his food before swallowing, just going straight for another forkful. though he did actually pause this time before simply shoving it in his mouth, giving the older gryffindor a stare for a moment. 

“what did you even eat?” fabian wasn’t sure, he hadn’t been paying enough attention to notice, but if his taste buds were going to hate him, he couldn’t say he wasn’t a bit curious about what he could have eaten. “did you mix two things together? or eat something really spicy? though isn’t it too early to be eating spicy things? i guess it would wake you up, though.” now he was rambling a little, but he clearly had a lot to say on the subject. 

[crfabian-blog]

​“you didn’t even taste it.”

THE FIVE SENSES SENTENCE STARTERS

“and i have no intentions to do so,” was his rather simple response as he pushed the plate away from him with a finger, “that doesn’t even look edible to me.” maybe it was one of those foods which sounded awful and didn’t even look that nice, but was actually really nice. 

he had that relationship with carrot cake at first because he had thought that a cake with carrot in it was never going to be a nice thing to put in your mouth. but, he had eventually and it turned out that it was actually pretty nice. but that was back when he had been a little more adventurous with his food and willing to try out new things. but, at the moment, he was not in the food for such things and just wanted a dinner which might not accidentally kill him. 

“what even is it?” he did have to wonder, curiosity taking over for just a moment as he peered at the food a little closer, “never seen something like that served to dinner before. must be something new.” 

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​“did you see that?”

THE FIVE SENSES SENTENCE STARTERS

“what?” 

and that single word properly told you everything junjie needed to know. clearly, no, he hadn’t just seen whatever he was talking about, but now fabian was simply sitting there and looking around for what he might be talking about. because he really did not like missing out on things and always wanted to know the whole story. 

so, there was a frown on his face when he had finished looked around and saw nothing, gaze moving back over to the slytherin again. “what was is?” he was rather quick to question, wanting all the details instantly, “i was distracted by a loose thread on my robes.” which was maybe not the best thing to get distracted by, but he couldn’t help it. sometimes he had the attention span of a goldfish, but that was on a rather bad day. and, to be fair, he hadn’t known something was going to happen to pay attention to it in the first place. 

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“ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything.”

THE FIVE SENSES SENTENCE STARTERS

“yeah, they really need more lighting around here,” he agreed with a small nod of his head, having to squint to try and see why he was going. 

while, for the most part, the castle was well lit enough to see where you were going, and you hardly needed that during the sunny days, even he could admit that the dungeons were pretty dark. and even after seven years of having to navigate them to find his common room he still didn’t really know where he was going half the time. but it had been some years since he had properly gotten lost and he wasn’t planning on changing that now. 

rummaging around in the pocket of his robes for a moment, his hand wrapped around the handle of his wand, pulling it free from the clothing. “ahem,” he cleared his through, gripping the wand tightly in his hand. usually, this was the point people would tell him not to perform magic as he would no doubt mess it up, but fabian was not in the mood to listen and didn’t even give margot a chance to tell him otherwise. 

“lumos,” he announced in a clear voice, feeling rather pleased with himself when the tip of his wand lit up. though only a moment later it went out again and his nose wrinkled, but he didn’t get a chance to complain about it as it lit up again... and then flickered off again. and this just continued to repeat, the tip of his wand lighting up before going out again in a continuous pattern. “i have... not seen it do that before.”