halcyon days.

have you seen this boy? you say i am being ridiculous, a dreamer of unreasonable fantasies, yet i have met a boy who can coax the sun down to its knees every night and sing the moon to sleep every morning.

[crklaus-deactivated20181023]

FOODIES ( @crmimi )

as the sun began to fall, most would already be settled down to their third meal of the day. typically treated as the largest, although klaus couldn’t relate to the sort of lifestyle. he has never been one with a proper diet, he consumed regularly in vast amounts. probably not the healthiest, but who cares when you only live once. (most people do, actually-he is aware of this) luckily though, he enjoyed just about anything; making a stop at a buffet a splendid idea. 

it was nice to eat with those who had similar habits as himself; that’s where miguel stepped in. a hufflepuff of course, who loved food just as much or perhaps even more than the spry gryffindor. this has yet to be determined; and with a boy who manages to turn most things into a competition, today would make the perfect opportunity to put it to test.

“ hey miguel, ” he started off in a playful tone, one he used frequently when he was up to something. “ ever been apart of a food eating contest before? “ forbidden him the time to answer, replacing what would have been his words for his own. ” no? well- you are about to live out your long life time dream, with me. “ he knew this wasn’t his dream (or maybe it was), either way he was only joking with the hufflepuff.

” bet. “ he grinned, with the nearest condiment grasped within his hand; without even a single given glance to the label. because he is confident; a trait that may escape him a little too fondly. ” fifteen minutes, whoever fails has to drink this entire bottle. “

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one of the girls back in castelobruxo had once told the hufflepuff the key to a man's heart is through his stomach. back then it had not clicked with him what she meant until her daily snack gifts became full grown meals. but while she didn't win his heart, miguel would say with sprightly confidence that food buddies were truly the lasting buddies.

after all, food was an unchanging factor in everyone's life. necessary, t couldn't fall as a topic of interest. nobody ever says they don't like food. certain foods, but never the entire concept. there were such things as different tastes, different appetites but that's probably what made finding a food buddy all the more important. like klaus. they were different houses but at the end of the day, that didn't matter because both of them shared tastes. above all that, they could probably engulf an endless amount of things.

an all-you-can-eat is a dream. but it can't just end there, that would be boring. he had thought fo snapping photos for hooter, however, klaus's wors perk up his interest. about to open his mouth, miguel quickly shuts it again when he realizes this contest isn't a topic up for discussion. it's war, the war over a feast and the glance over at the punishment itself tells him losing is not an option here. not if he wants to spend the rest of the day in peace.

"i guess i can also live out a dream of watching you suffer in regret then," the hufflepuff says with a mischievous grin, the amber of his eyes sparkling with untamed excitement. "you're on. is it how fast we finish or how much we eat in a certain time frame? not that i'd lose either way."

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crcyrus:

the only thing that has cyrus partially convinced ( other than the fact that this is a losing battle he has against miguel… ) is the word nap. yea, that sounds nice. the slytherin nods, barely able to muster anything else other than the fact that there was a huge yawn stuck in the depths of his throat, wishing to escape. “uhhuh… being asleep sounds a lot better than being full, but okay. whatever you say, boss-man.

he hopes there won’t be discord at the fact that washing his face isn’t helping because when he leaves the bathroom, the same zombie that went in is certainly the same thing that exits. “alright, work your magic and let’s go.” 

“sometimes i think we’re polar opposites,” cyrus yawns again loudly, tears at the corner of his eyes, wiping away at them. they’re not, but there are dynamics of them that make others surprised at the fact that they are indeed, very close. in fact, mimi is definitely his best friend. “i, like late nights. i like. to sleep in. i can skip breakfast. but this sounds like a sabotage for your plans and that isn’t what i’m implying, i only mean that i would love being in bed. napping isn’t quite the same.”

he’s never this talkative, except with mimi. ( what did he do before miguel transferred in? who knows. ) in fact, the glimpses he sees of what is happening on social media is usually through mimi or violet’s phone, when he’s peeking over their shoulders. “but okay, i’m ready to go. this will be worthwhile, right?” 

"boss-man promises you won't regret it!" miguel chirps, quickly snatching onto the nickname that was tossed his way. he couldn't quite agree as much. though the hufflepuff definitely had his own fair share of sleepy mornings the energy pent up within him had him bouncing around since early morning. his hufflepuff roommates would know well, they definitely had their own set of stories due to him.

"don't they say," he pauses, shuffling off his bed to crawl closer to his best friend with a bright smile. if it wasn’t an interference, migel would have most likely swung his arm around the other’s shoulder in some affectionate embrace. "that opposites attract? that's us! though i think it's more of a puzzle fitting thing. like we're opposites but because of that we help each other!"

another pause. "like what will i do without you telling me when i have a bad idea? because i have a lot of ideas and i'm not going to spend a lot of time thinking through all of them carefully!" miguel chatters away while cyrus prepares. he’s not expecting an answer as much as he’s simply doing this as some ambient noise for the two of them. he knows the slytherin is listening anyway.

“yes! i checked online for hours to make sure it’d be perfect,” here he loops his arms around cyrus’s, not enough that he's literally clinging onto the other but more as a form of guidance. along with a small side gesture of letting cyrus lean on him if the boy was really feeling the sleep take him while they leave the room. "it's a short walk away. some fresh air!"

[astrcs]

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[crmimi-blog1]

dungeons & dragons

a spell for @crxjunjie , @crcyrus , @crxwill , @crxjihyuck

dragons. miguel remembers the first time he saw a dragon. father had just returned from a two week trip into the deep parts of the amazon rainforest that nobody has travelled to before. it was not unusual for him to bring some small creatures back but a baby dragon had been something new. the little boy was quickly informed that the fire-breathing lizard was dangerous, his singed hair later agreed but that didn't stop the fascination.

dragons would always be dragons.

"they're so pretty...aren't they so pretty looking?" miguel isn't actually expecting a response from any of his roommates as he dashes around the ground, almost leaping in joy. but he's careful, a bit muted to avoid stepping somewhere or in something he shouldn't. the hufflepuff stops at a smaller nest of the bunch, eyes gazing up in awe at the creature which inhabited it.

sometimes, somewhere, somehow, something just ticks. his eyes make brief contact with that of the dragon and miguel just knows. he swings his head over to his roommates, a wide grin dancing on his face. "this is the one."

[crcwan-blog]

- it seemed like a good idea.

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crxamelia:

Amelia has carefully planned everything beforehand. She was bitter ever since the news came to her by someone else’s conversation. Of course she got hurt, and of course, she went after Miguel to put him into her plans. 

The professor set a date and got Miguel permission to go to London with her. She planned the conversation with the boy as well, to make sure both of them were on the same page, so things would roll smoothly. As busy as Rowan was, she never suspected the other two cousins were meeting up with quite the frequency. 

Time passed fast, and there she was, sitting across from Rowan, Miguel by her side to support her. It was a nice and comfortable day, perfect for the outing of the three of them, who always had fun together. But it felt different, at least for Amelia.

Rowan was the first to speak as if nothing happened. Her single word made the older girl to raise a brow, arms crossing, slightly offended by the clueless Gryffindor. “So, aren’t you forgetting to tell me something?”

if the universe believed that miguel song was not relishing his new found position as amelia's favourite cousin then it certainly understaimted the boy it created about nineteen years ago. he's beaming. shining even brighter than anyone in the area, readiating with a glee that coud probably be turned down a few notches.

however it won't be. not anytime soon becuase while the hufflepuff would freak out at any of his cousins being harmed, the little schadenfreude in him is finding a specle of joy of watching the cousin who is usually an untameable lioness, squirm. also there is free food, miguel would always be around for that.

"you shouldn't keep amelia waiting," miguel adds in, crossing his arms over his chest in an effort to look intimidating. but also to imitate the eldest of the trio. "at least not any longer. we've been waiting long enough!"

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pandemonium

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crxophelia:

with the hustle and bustle in the infirmary that day, ophelia barely found much time to breathe, let alone sit down. so when she did find a moment of silence, she gratefully took that rest. as soon as she sat down, however, the door was flung open yet again and in walks the loudest one of them all. 

the young man, albeit on the more eccentric side and a handful on most days, was also one of the reasons that she found joy in her work at the castle. her motherly instincts that she thought would have been suppressed seemed to come out in full swing when it comes to miguel. 

his words, however, causes her to raise an eyebrow at him quizzically, her eyes regarding him with curiosity and confusion at the fact that he would think to come to her for something like that. 

she may act like his mother at times, but she wasn’t his actual mother and she’d never try to be. 

“oh?” she muses, “your desk is cleaned and your first thought is to come running to me? need i remind you that i’m not your mother, child? i wouldn’t bother with such things. you’re a grown man, you should know how to take care of yourself instead of expecting others to do it for you. congratulations, however, on the clean desk, hopefully it stays that way from now on and i won’t have to keep reminding you.” 

the response wasn't actually something miguel had been expecting. he was absolutely ready for the whole conversation, even played it out within his head in fast forward. it would include him proceeding to converse about how it was messy but it was a special sort of messy. the type where nobody else could find anything but he would be able to in less than a minute. now, miguel didn't know where anything was. since the woman before him wasn't the one who cleaned his room, then he didn't have anyone to ask for help either.

"but my roommates wouldn't do it for me. so who else could've-" the hufflepuff pauses in the middle of his ramble as a new form of realization dawns on him. "do we have a case of the brownies? i didn't know that hogwarts have them around. but i guess it makes sense. i wonder where they were before they found my dorm room? they must be really messy if it's only come to me now."

crossing his arms together, miguel gives a mournful sigh for the loss of his precious goods he has acquired along with the half-eaten snacks that once cluttered his desk. it would certainly be a bother but it seems as if the hufflepuff would have to go speak to the kitchen elves again to slowly acquire his collection once more.

elves. another idea quickly dawns on him, the features which previously prepared to hold a makeshift funeral is now renewed with bewilderment that is also soon eclipsed by realization. "or do you think that maybe the house elves did it? or one of them. i should thank them later...though it's causing me a bit of trouble right now. but why didn't they do this last year? is it the last minute seventh-year congratulation thing?"

[buffbin-deactivated20181023]

Foodbin at its finest

[crmimi-blog1]

"we still see each other but i miss you mimi. you've always been good at waking me up!"

“i know cecil isn’t it a complete tragedy that i’m separated from all my hufflepuff friends? but at least i have cyrus with me! always told you,” miguel stops mid-speech because he suddenly remembers that the slytherin boy is half a taboo for cecil. "anyways if you still want me to wake you up i can try but...i don't think your roommates would appreciate it. but..."

a small smug grin dance on his face as he brings his hands forward to pinch the boy's cheeks. “that’s not the point is it. you just miss me! and i miss you too.”

[crmimi-blog1]

it’s mermay

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crxaelita:

♠   Eyes scanning all across a few pages of paper, Aelita found herself wishing that there was a pair of glasses that can help you accelerate your reading or read multiple things at the same time. Nonetheless, she continued writing the answers to the questions. Her quill scribbled quickly across the paper on its own as she had enchanted it to write by itself. It’s a nice little cheat because her hand was cramping up from writing so much.

It was nice and quiet between the two, much to Aelita’s liking. This atmosphere induced her concentration skills as she continued on her own. She had initially agreed to have a homework session with Miguel because she didn’t like doing things alone and being in the dorm was a little overwhelming when trying to do homework. Although she could work on her own, it was just more pleasant to have a friend’s company. 

Her quill stops abruptly when the male’s voice caught her attention. Thankfully, it didn’t cause the writing utensil to scribble over her homework (Something she was tremendously grateful for). She smiled at him before nodding her head in agreement. A break is always good for the soul after working so hard. Breaking the spell on the quill, she caught it before it dabbed its ink onto the parchment. 

“I think that would be lovely.” she got up to stretch out her tired bones, “Basking in the sun doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.”

the grin on miguel’s face told everything. hook, line and sinker. if he smiled any braoder, the skin on his face would surely stretch tautly. stars dance in the hufflepuff's eyes as he folds an unused piece of paper to shove into his textbook as a makeshift bookmark. the slam of his textbook by broad hands is perhaps a decible too loud for the silence of the library.

but he wouldn't be around long enough to actually figure out if he's stilted the librarian. happiness does fold into something more sheepish though as miguel slides everything into his bag. the most apology he would express to the students around them. at least, even in excitement he remembers to keep his voice down. "then let's go."

miguel leads the way. feet are desperate to get going, to shuffle their way out to the warmer outside where nature in its abundance would ease away the exam stress. but he's not alone he has to remind himself of such, willing lean legs to slow down to an easier pace for both of them to follow.

"i heard from the older students that the creatures in the black lake are a lot more sociable when the weather is warmer. i've met the giant squid before. it lets you shake one of its tentacles...like a hand shake but...with a suction cup. but i'm so curious about the mermaids."

[moonbeaned]

EXCUSE ME S I R

[crmimi-blog1]

she crosses her arms in front of her chest and shakes her head, "for your information, mimi.. i can do all the praising to one another better than you, just so you watch!"

"okay,” miguel responds blandly with a shrug of his shoulders. brandy hues briefly vanish behind rapid blinks of his eyes as disinterest quickly shifts its way through his features. “you do you and i’ll do me.”

it wasn’t supposed to be a competition anyways for him, though admittedly he did get riled up at times. but in the end it was just indulget whims to see precious smiles.

[crmimi-blog1]

try something new

a spell for @crxalice

with the possibility lingering that he had a good chance of being thrown into the pandemonium of the kiwi land wilderness, miguel reaches a quick decision that he must try everything unique before time cuts him off. time and online friendship have informed him of many things. for one, apparently, the combination of margarine and candy sprinkles tasted like heaven. by extension, it was called fairy bread.

that wasn't what the hufflepuff was aiming at, however, the trip to the grocery store brings a couple of things into mind when it comes to the country's unique fad. a company in the form of an older hufflepuff is an added bonus that brings a smile onto his face, for while miguel would be content to try things alone, another's reaction would always be interesting.

"the vegemite is the most important thing here," miguel declares in all seriousness when they enter the grocery store. his instincts tell him to dash to the aisle that contains his dreams, but being scolded by strangers in a foreign country would surely put a damper in the exhilaration which bounces through his mind. "not the kangaroo meat....i mean actually that sounds curious too but it sounds likes appetizing right now than vegemite. since we have a lot of bread!"

irony tells the hufflepuff's tale as he thinks back to the first time he's heard the exact word. miguel's foolish response back then had been to inquire if it was a mix of vegetable and termites. it was sort of close, the vegetable was part of it but the other happened to be brewer's yeast extracts. whatever that meant.

he'll know soon enough anyway.

[crmimi-blog1]

cricket noises

a spell for @crelijah

different country. different rooms. different floors. on one side he's exhilarated that for once in his life miguel doesn't need to communicate with cyrus through the owlphone since the boy is now his roommate. but it does feel weird waking up without his usual roommates anywhere. a sense of homesickness that can't be described.

"hey elijah!" miguel chirps loudly, waving his hand aggressively. this is what makes spotting one of his roommates all the more exciting. too bad it's the quietest one that always seems to vanish for some reason but he could make do. moving excitedly, miguel swings to the other's side and nudges their side with his arm. "how's this trip been treating you so far? i haven't seen you around for a while, this definitely means you're having a great time right?"

[crmimi-blog1]

so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?

TIME TO PLAY A GAME (not accepting)

“now might not be a good time to say this but...i’ve never taken ancient runes for a good reason,” scratching at the nape of his neck, miguel chuckles sheepishly. not the best sort of introduction to have with a vague acquaintance, but he thinks that's no longer the point. the two of them have been unfortunately stuck locked inside a room with weird scriptures, not even due to curiosity but due to running a professor's errand. wrongly.

“so i’m completely useless! but hey if it’s about a plant or some magical creature you have my back. or i mean i have your back,” in his frenzy, he slips up and he quickly corrects himself, grinning to hide the fact that it was a stupid mistake. “but maybe there’s a textbook around here? this is a storage room...right.”

[crmimi-blog1]

“ and what happened next?”

TIME TO PLAY A GAME (not accepting)

“hm?” miguel had not realized he had somehow managed to capture a crowd with his arm waving and excitement ricocheting off the corridors. not until now when his story is finally wrapping to a close, less due to the fact that it was actually ending and more due to the fact that his memory unfortunately ceases at this point.

"oh, i don't know. i didn't chase after the giantass bird once it disappeared into the forest," he says with a small shrug of his shoulders. the hufflepuff did want to, but he was not set for a sunset walk through the forbidden forest. especially not after the chaos which had unfolded months ago. "if you want to go find it be my guest! it was on the side closest to the whomping willow."

[crmimi-blog1]

“ did someone hurt you? ”

TIME TO PLAY A GAME (accepting)

“...no,” miguel is aware that it probably looks like a disaster caused by an altercaration with someone else. he's blossomed a puffy angry purple above his right eye, so heavy in its weight that it coves part of his vision. it's not an injury that a simple trip could bring nor any accidents caused by one pereson could bring.

the hufflepuff had been unfortunately smacked along his upper brow, but not directly by an armed or angry figure. or as much as elijah seems to see him with some acerbity, miguel fully believes the smack of the wooden pole in the tall turnstile out of the care of magical creature barn had been a complete accident. he hopes so, he'd like to think so. a plain but ugly accident that has him bemoaning his face.

"just a lot of bad timing sir, but i'm alright now."

[crmimi-blog1]

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

TIME TO PLAY A GAME (accepting)

"well... even if you don't believe that i had nothing to do with it. which i don't by the way...uh...cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. can you at least pretend you believe me?" the smile on his face is a rare mix of guilt and sheepish embarrassment that spreads through the hues of pink.

the sender of the less than pleasant gift, a glitter envelope explosion eludes him for many reasons. anonymous and no recent memories of actually facing anyone's irritation or wrath, he is already staring at a dead end the moment of his departure.

miguel adjusts his posture to further veil the glitter which covers the table behind him, but nothing could change the fact that older boy has become an unfortunate victim to it all. "i'm sorry? we need to find you a lint roller man."