blinking up at her, mouth agape he slowly straighten up and lifts a hand to his chest in mock offense, before giving an exaggerated gasp. “claire, my dear, you can never have too much glitter! who on earth filled your head with such god awful glitter standards?!” grabbing the glitter once more he sprinkles another gigantic handful over the poster he’s making for his ‘start of the new year party’.
“it is universally known, and accepted, that the more glitter, the better something is.”
he glances over to her, tilting his head then smirking slightly. “and you’re prettier than the stars.” he jokingly flirts, before chuckling and nudging her elbow with his own. looking back towards the night sky he leans back slightly, trying not to shiver in the cold night air. “they are, aren’t they. it’d be nice to have firework shows for christmas or new years at the castle, don’t you think?” he misses the firework shows he’d go to see on new years with his parents when he was little. he remembers standing in the cold night air, clinging to his mother’s side as the sky exploded with colours and sparkles.
“stars are good enough for now though, i suppose.”
moonlight stretches across the stone floor, bathing his slippered feet in an ivory glow. he stops, leant against the cool wall near one of the secret passageways, his eyes trained on the starry sky beyond the panes of glass. he tugs his hoodie tighter around his frame with a shiver and once again longs for the central heating his childhood home had - he’d give anything for some toasty feet in that moment.
his ears perk up at the distinct shuffle of light footsteps sounding from around the corner, and his head turns to train his eyes on the opening of the corridor leading off the one he’d been stood in for the last five minutes, admiring the night sky. it’s definitely not the footsteps that usually send him slipping into the nearest hide-out or hidden passageway, but seemingly the footsteps of someone small and light.
for a moment he wonders if it’s a house elf from the kitchens, but he’s given his answer as the familiar figure turns the corner and he instinctively frowns in concern. ariel. what’s he doing up so late? he wonders. he’s reminded though, as the younger boy stops walking when he spots gus, that ariel doesn’t know him really. he knows only his animagus form (but gus can only blame himself for that really).
pushing himself off from the wall he tilts his head as his gaze remains glued to ariel. “you’re up late.”
“That’s the dumbest looking snowman I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s SO COLD!”
“Here, take my jacket.”
“This weather is depressing.”
“I’m not sure we’re going to be able to go anywhere today.”
“Would you like to build a snowman?”
“Whatever happened to global warming?”
“It’s a winter wonderland!”
“I love the long nights.”
“I hate winter.”
“You need a pair of sunglasses today.”
“Do we have any eggnog?”
“Let’s exchange presents!”
“Looks like a night for alcohol.”
“Are you drunk?”
“I need some soup.”
“I made you some hot chocolate.”
“Layers of blankets are needed here.”
“I’m not getting out of bed today.”
“Look at all the snow!”
“What’s the temperature outside?”
“Tea is what’s needed here.”
“The holidays are overrated.”
“Light the candles!”
“Is all this really necessary?”
“You’re drunk already, obviously.”
“I’m not going to the party. I’d rather stay home and sleep.”
“Hey, 2017 didn’t kill me. I call that an accomplishment.”
“I don’t care about the new year. I’m going to bed.”
“That’s a little too much glitter.”
“Here’s hoping the new year is better than the last.”
“New year, new me.”
“The stars are prettier than the fireworks.”
“Just you, me, and a couple of silly hats. What do you say?”
“I just want to go to bed early tonight. Does that make me old?”
“Does anyone know the words to Auld Lang Syne?”
“This was a shitty year. 2018 will be a shitty year. This is nothing new to me.”
“You didn’t bring date to the party, did you? Because I need someone to kiss at midnight.”
hello there and thank you all for the welcomes (which i have finally replied to)! i’m nine, the mun behind this mess of a muse. angus is far from your typical slytherin, but boy is he a mischievous little butthead, and i’m definitely excited to write for him! i have yet to get up a plots page (though i aim to soon), but for now his history is here, and i’ll leave some points under a read more here for a shortened version of his history, since it’s stupidly long. if you’d like to plot the easiest way to reach me is probably twitter (@tenticing), since i’m always on there, but you can also im me if you don’t have twitter.
angus was born in edinburgh on nov 3rd ‘96
he’s a 3rd upper year slytherin
also an animagus (takes the form of a tamaskan dog)
aiming to become a magizoologist
is manipulative, stubborn, bossy, sneaky and mischievous
but is also loyal, protective, determined, and hard-working
angus has a snowy owl called atticus - he sends memes to his friends almost every day so they get them at breakfast (so they start their day off the right way)
he once got in a fist fight because someone called a first year hufflepuff ‘a useless mudblood’ and it made his blood boil
he can be terribly possessive and sometimes gets upset about his closest friends spending time with other people over him
he’s bad at sleeping sometimes and wanders around at night more often than not
has been a quidditch fanatic since he could walk pretty much
has a strong scottish accent
always carrying some form of candy in his pockets
surprisingly good at potions (though you wouldn’t think it from how much he messes around during classes)
can be very cruel if you hurt someone he cares about
can lose his temper (and all sense of humanity) if he decides someone is flouting basic morals and is easy to wind up when angry initially
