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jonahparkinson‌:

He knew that Cricket saw things a different way. Jonah couldn’t always understand but he always tried to at least. He knew loud noises were not something that Cricket was fond of nor people speaking in loud tones. He arched a brow and then glanced over at the ride, making a face. “It’s rather annoying.” He agreed, “How about we go somewhere else? Somewhere with less people?”

Cricket breathed in through his nose--hard--and then pushed the air right back out--hard. It was difficult for him to move with all these noises boxing him in. People didn’t get that. That sound could affect your limbs this way. They could, at least they could for Cricket. But this was Jonah. This was his brother. He just wanted him to be proud of him. Instead, it seemed like most days he was just a burden. It was with that thought that he pushed himself off of the ground. “Okay,” he whispered.

#Jonah~

leonard-hall‌:

Leonard let out a small sigh of relief, his expression softening. “Great,” he nodded, looking around at the now silent chaos around them. “Sorry I didn’t think of doing that first. Guess my first instinct was to give you food for some reason.” He shrugged, looking down at the funnel cake. “The offer’s still on the table, by the way.”

Cricket folded his rather lengthy legs up into his chest. He wrapped his arms around those legs and balled his hands into tight, tight fists once he had. He then rubbed his sneakers together slowly, the toes catching on the rubber and making a nice, consistent clicking. “How did you do that?” No doubt it was a spell that had been taught in class, but Cricket wasn’t exactly the best student--he wasn’t great on paying attention or showing up. It was as though he didn’t even hear the latter comment.

#Leonard~

aura-hall‌:

“B-But how do you know the right place?” She wasn’t trying to be a contrarian, but she couldn’t quite understand. It all seemed so rigid. Granted, many things have agreed-upon definitions, but what about everything else? She wondered where he was basing it all from, though when he rubbed his hands together, her eyes widened in alarm. “Please don’t hurt yourself!” she said, hand reaching out for his wrist in an attempt to stop him before she could even think twice about the action.

Cricket frowned. What kind of question was that? You grew up and you knew these things. “You just know. People and life and logic let you know.” Despite her command, Cricket didn’t stop rubbing his hands--at least not until she touched him. This, of course, was the absolute last thing he needed. He jerked away, his eyes frantically jumping around to look at anything but his companion.

#Aura~

cressida-ellesmere‌:

“That’s still Professor Ellesmere to you inside the classroom,” she said, though there was a hint of a smile on her face. She enforced the same rule with her nephew and her godchild and everyone in between, after all.

“Right. Of course. My apologies.”

#Cressida~

cressida-ellesmere‌:

She stayed patient despite the conversation getting a little cyclical, a gentle smile coming to her face as she looked over towards him. “Well, if you ever need an ear, my office is open to you, Mr. Parkinson.”

Cricket nodded. “I’ll see you in class, Professor Cressida.”

#Cressida~

xanwu‌:

Xan surprisingly flinched, almost mirroring the other’s emotions before he glanced back down at his phone and began to scroll through a few songs. He tapped one that he actually downloaded that was dubbed to be one of the most relaxing songs in a study related to music and stress. He lowered the volume before handing the earbuds back, “Try this.”

Cricket stared down at his hands as the song played. It wasn’t great. In truth, he preferred white noise to music, but at least it wasn’t the pure, loud chaos of a carnival. Why did he come? It was stupid. So, so stupid of him. He calmed down a little, though he still shook.

#Xander~

aura-hall‌:

It was not a sentence she was accustomed to hearing, not in such a straightforward way, and she couldn’t help but let her expression fall into a frown. She always tried her best to please others, and usually food would elicit positive reactions, but this seemed to be going wrong. “I–uh… we’ve only known each other ten seconds,” she said, hoping he would reconsider. “Did I do something?” Then she noticed his scratching. “Are you alright?”

Cricket frowned. He wasn’t used to feeling like this in general, but it happened any time things weren’t the way he deemed they should be. “Everything has it’s place. Everything has it’s proper function, name, use, and area of space and time. Things have to be the right way. They have to. And they have to be in their right place.” He started rubbing his hands together hard. Rubbed and rubbed until they turned a little red from rawness.

#Aura~

leonard-hall‌:

Shit.

Seeing Cricket like that flashed a memory in Leonard’s head from when he was a kid, and it sort of jump started his “protective older brother” instincts. Leonard wasn’t able to do this when he and Aura were kids, though it would have helped a lot, but maybe it would help Cricket now. He quickly brought out his wand and cast a silencing charm around the two of them. Once the noise completely faded away, he looked at the other Hufflepuff with tentative hope. “Is that better?”

Cricket’s head immediately snapped up. Everything was...quiet? Of course, at the back of his mind, he knew about the silencing charm. He knew it existed and, hell, he even knew how to cast it. But not in that state. He couldn’t do much of anything when the stimulus got too much. “Y-Yes.” He never stuttered. Ever. Except for right then. “Thank you.” His skin was still shaking as he looked forward, but at least he could think now.

#Leonard~

aidengoyle‌:

aiden really couldn’t be bothered with a costume – he was here to get drunk, which was evident as he stood on a chair located in the corner, secretly spiking his punch with the flask of vodka he’d brought. festivals weren’t his thing, but the slytherin made a promise to someone, so for now he’d have to endure the torture. suddenly, he felt someone sit down next to him. rolling his eyes in annoyance, aiden didn’t bother turning around to look at them, he simply spoke “ kindly fuck off and find somewhere else to sit. “

Cricket was silent. At least he wasn’t asking him a question. This he could answer, granted he was waited long enough for him to process. He slowly looked around the area, moving from nearby table to nearby table. So far, this place had been the quietest area he’d found, even though all the table were full. “There is nowhere else,” he said simply, still not looking at him--rather just letting his eyes wander.

#Aiden~

averychwe‌:

“I’m worried about the same thing. All haunted houses use loud noises and strobes to disorientate people so that the scares are worse. It’s unfair.” Avery sighed softly. “It seems like a cheap scare tactic and strobe lights give me epic migraines.”

Cricket paused. He glanced at the boy’s stuffed toy, and then looked back the boy himself, then quickly looked to the side. “Is somebody making you go in?” He said he wasn’t going to, but then why was he standing here, looking at it so long?

#Avery~

xanwu‌:

“Put them in and play some music, block everything out for a little,” Xan instructed, offering up a small shrug of his shoulders. “It works when I’m overwhelmed and want to forget about everything going on around me.” Which was more frequently than he would ever be willing to admit.

Cricket slipped them over his ears and clicked on the first song he found. A second later he jolted, knocking them off of his ears. “Too loud,” he whispered. While it had blocked out all the rest of the noise, the volume had been too much for him.

#Xander~

jonahparkinson‌:

This was not a good idea. He knew that Cricket had a high chance of getting sensory overload and he was right but right now his main focus was on helping his brother calm down. He noticed that he hadn’t quite looked up at him so Jonah decided to take a seat next to his brother. “Yes, it’s just me. What’s going on?” He wanted his focus to be on him only for a moment so that he could help get his brother out of this situation if it was too much.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Not by a long shot. Why couldn’t everyone just keep their voices down and stop using so many bright lights? He didn’t understand how no one else was getting sick from it all. “Everyone is loud. And they keep saying everything all at once. And that ride--” he pointed to the closest one “--it squeaks. Over and over and over again, but no one seems to care. How can they not care?” Though, no doubt, everyone else had an easier time blocking out all the white noise.

#Jonah~

cressida-ellesmere‌:

She shrugged. “Two is even better.”

“But she’s not here. And Jonah gets busy.”

#Cressida~

aura-hall‌:

“Uh—why not?” she tried, looking up at him. “They’re not poisoned or anything, I was going to go feed them to Doo—” She stopped herself, remembering that he was opposed to the name. “I want to be friends.”

“I wouldn’t think they’re poisoned,” Cricket said, wrapping his legs tighter with his arms. He started scratching at his arms, wanting to tear the uncomfortable feeling away. “I don’t like you very much.” Like everything else, there was no feeling behind his words--it was straight and deadpanned.

#Aura~

leonard-hall‌:

Leonard had just bought another funnel cake. He was letting himself gorge tonight since it was a holiday, though his stomach would probably hate him tomorrow. However, as he passed by two booths, he noticed a familiar face clearly in distress. Leonard was not great at emotional scenarios, but he was great at distractions, he liked to think. He slowly walked up to stand next to Cricket, then knelt down to hold out the funnel cake to him. “You want it?” he asked, hoping he was helping, since he didn’t really have any other ideas of how to help.

Cricket pressed his hands tighter around his ear until they started to hurt. He only barely glanced at what his new companion was offering to him. “No, thank you,” he said, still trying to maintain all the things he’d learned about polite conversation, even in this moment.

#Leonard~

cressida-ellesmere‌:

“That’s good. Many don’t realize it, but one is already plenty,” she said.

“I have my mum.”

#Cressida~

alyxzabini‌:

Alyx had spotted him as they were heading towards one of the games and immediately pulled from the crowd to make their way towards him. They hadn’t even realized that they had pushed someone in the attempt to get to him. Alyx was cautious because they didn’t want to add to the stress but they put their hand on his shoulder so he could see them. “Hey.” Their voice was soft as they then instead extended their hand for him to grab, “Let’s get you out of here. Common.” They knew Cricket didn’t like loud noises and they were slightly angry at all the people who were just looking but doing nothing to help.

Cricket jumped (almost violently) and yank his body away from the touch. At that time, he had no idea who had touched his shoulder, but it didn’t matter. He held himself even tighter. He knitted his hands together tightly. He rapidly shook his head. It was just about all he could manage to do, given everything he was currently taking in. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t move.

#Alyx~

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