l i t t l e l a m b s

Wallace Amadeus Gothel, President of the Hogwarts Host Club, Would like to formally invite you darling little lambs to dinner this evening.

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TEARS OF A RAPPER.

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crnate‌:

“I’LL RENT A BEACH HOUSE IN MIAMI / WAKE UP WITH NO JAMMIES (NOPE) / LOBSTER TAIL FOR DINNER / JOONIO SERVE THAT SCAMPI.”

There comes a point in Nathaniel’s life where each passing day reads more and more like a dream he’s unable to escape. Today is one of those days. Wallace Gothel, himself, - in all his glory, with gloomy eyes challenging his own - sparks the thought that he is absolutely positive he’s trapped in the dream world. His mind urges him to be supportive. He can’t seem to muster a genuine glace to match his words; they seep out as sarcastic as ever.

“Wow, Wally. You should think about taking up actual rapping, or, like… being a slam poet. You should tell Joon your rap about him, though, I’m sure he’ll be real flattered… Joonio as in Joon, right?” He’s halfway through a bite of cereal when he lifts his head once more, stifling a snort. Breakfast among the quirky Hogwarts students is rarely dull, particularly when they are gifted with the freedom of vacation. 

“You wanna actually get lobster today? Like dive for lobsters?” He’s joking, of course.

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Behind the leaning, wobbling tower of stacked macaroons is a man sitting upright with perfect posture and elbows off the table. He picks through the bowl of macaroons, gathering all the yellow ones in his hands. Wally has always thought yellow is an exquisite color: the color of Hufflepuff house, of fields of buttercups, and of the moon’s worst enemy.

Carefully, he adds yellow macaroons to the tower before him. His lips twist in concentration, leading him to feel the streak of drying buttercream on his chin. He flicks his tongue out, lazily as though half-expecting someone to come around with a napkin and render his efforts moot, but fails to catch it.

“I’m only kidding around!” he says. “It’s all his fault anyway. You see, Joon kindly introduced me to Peter Gene Hernandez’s discography yesterday. I’ve even got all the songs on my OwlPhone now, thanks to him and his discounts. I never knew muggle music could be so expensive...”

It’s not even eight o’clock yet, but he’s already scammed by Joon and barreling towards a sugar rush.

“I’ve never dived for lobster before,” he says. “Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen lobster that’s not already cracked and buttered. Oh, but I’d love to try diving for a live one.” He peers around the macaroon tower to smile at Nate. “I’d really, really love to try!” 

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❛ cowardice ❜

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crryan‌:

INCOMING OWL FOR — @crwally

ryan wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to follow the older boy into the forbidden forest, especially late at night. he had second thoughts but he couldn’t just leave the other to go by themselves. ryan follows wally closely, looking around to make sure nothing was there to hurt them. once they were getting closer to the forest, ryan reaches out to hold their shoulder gently. 

❝ are you sure this is a good idea, wally? ❞

the lemon-yellow glow of his wand illuminates the path ahead, the worried crease in his brow, and the shaking of his knees. wally jolts at ryan’s touch, hair flashing white as the crescent moon above them. “n-n-not entirely, but courage shouldn’t be exclusive to gryffindors!” he whispers. “i’m sure that seeing the wolves for myself will cure this stupid...stupid fear of mine. 

he smiles. it’s fake. 

“hufflepuffs are braver together, yes?”

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▹ detention ◃

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crxamelia‌:

@crwally | Fear!

It was very late at night and the professor was mindlessly playing phone games while the student was busy writing an essay in front of her. They were in her office and everything was quiet, enough to make her feel bored.

“From all kids out there, I never thought you would get detention, Wallace.” She points out while glancing from behind her phone screen, noticing he barely wrote the very first sentence of his work. “You know what? Who the hell told you to do that? I’m the one watching you, so my rules!”

 Amelia put her phone aside and approaches the boy.  The smile she flashed was creepy. “What do you fear, Wallace? Tell me, clowns? Demons? The dark? Let’s talk about it.” 

There’s no indulgence that Wallace Gothel will deprive himself of except for one: laughter. His high-pitched, ridiculous giggle is often mistaken for an Erkling’s cackle. No self-respecting pureblood -- which, he’d like to think of himself as -- accepts being compared to a gnome. And so, he’s diligently bitten his tongue and stuffed his head under pillows for years until his unsightly laugh was nothing more than a rumor. 

“I don’t know what came over me, professor,” he says. Some from Amelia’s class guess he’s suffered a breakdown, while others claimed it's his Miley-Cyrus-Naked-On-A-Wrecking-Ball moment that’d been a long time coming. One minute, he’d been taking notes. The next minute, he’d burst into laughter! And when Amelia scolded him, he’d blown a raspberry at her, stuck his thumb to his nose, and wiggled his fingers until he laughed again. 

Stress is a mighty beast. 

Intimidated by his professor, he looks down at his blank essay. He thinks clowns are delightful and demons to be pitied, but the dark? Wally bites his lower lip. What would Amelia think of him if she knew what the Seer warned him of? What would she think if that prophecy were to come true? “Is this conversation really necessary, professor?” he squeaks. “Normal people things I suppose like...like, uh, marriage!”

He beams. What an excellent lie! Too bad he’s a terrible liar.

“I’m engaged and absolutely terrified of marriage.”

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curtain call

@crxaelita | “with all due seriousness, and i’m not just saying this to annoy you, you don’t have to do this.”

“Darling, I don’t think you understand my situation,” he says. Lithe fingers nervously wring themselves around his wand, an overly carved and decorated thing ornate as his wardrobe. He’d insisted on the wand as a youngster, even if his uncle claimed it was foolishly and unnecessarily decorated. Wally’s always adored exquisite things, even as a young child sticking found pigeon feathers into his caps and pretending pine cones were jewels. But even so, those days -- those faint, distant memories of him presenting an apple crate of pine cones as a treasure chest and a hearing a high-pitched laugh -- are more precious to him than any luxury in the world. 

“I went to a music shop, sat down by their piano display, and couldn’t play a thing,” he says. “No Mozart, no Beethoven, no Chopin -- not even Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. An employee asked me if I were interested in lessons.”

He grits his teeth.

“And if I want to compose? The music is faint in the afternoon and at night, I...I can’t hear anything at all!” he says. “Who am I without music? I’m just some...some snob who’s got nothing to offer the world!” 

A nearly full moon illuminates the pathway, the same one that lead to doppelgangers and rare flowers. “I’m staying in there until I’m not afraid anymore,” he insists. “I can’t be quaking in my boots every time the sun goes down! If I have to keep living like this, I might as well be cursed already.” 

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is sephora an instrument ?

“Did I just burn myself . . . ?” | @orionxcr

Wally combs through the curated collection of luxury beauty. His long, lithe fingers graze the edge of the crate as he peers into its contents. He admires a frosted glass bottles of petals floating in pink rose water, opens a pot of snow white cream with gold flakes, and squeezes a clinical looking dropper of a clear solution that smelled like herbs. There were other goodies as well -- less fancy looking plastic jars with cotton pads, blandly decorated tubes that contained cloudy gels, and misters with kitschy designs.

The crate’s contents exceeded an average person’s yearly budget and they were only small, sample sizes. Once he selects the products he wants, Joon will supply the full sized bottles in lovely wrappings. When it comes to shopping for his betrothed, money is no object. A little shopping for his frustrated, pureblood fiancee also keeps his mind off the prophecy.

“Oh, the irony of getting her a Muggle gift when she’s mad I’ve been entertaining Muggle girls!” he huffs, looking up. “Don’t let Rushi know I told you her weakness for Muggle potions, though. There’s no potion or handbag in the world that’ll make her forgive me after that.”

“Did I just burn myself...?” 

Wally looks to the accidentally tipped over bottle, a plain looking one with a red solution dripping all over Orion’s arm. There’s fine print in a note from Joon warning them to be careful with anything called a “chemical peel”, but of course the boys hadn’t read it in full. They’d been too eager to rifle through the box left in their hotel room.

“Is it tingling? Joon warned me that could happ--oh my, you really are turning red!” he gasps. He immediately digs through the crate, fishes out a pouch of sanitary wipes, and nervously scrubs Orion’s arm. “If we wash it off now, maybe it’ll be back to normal before the bonfire tomorrow!” 

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of string quintets;

“I see what you did there.” | @crxisla

He settles into a pleasant nook by the lobby window where he’s basked in the protective, warm glow of sunlight. Wally will unravel come nightfall. There’s no chance of him enjoying an evening barbecue this close to the full moon. But for now, scoring a string quintet keeps his mind clear of anxieties. “What does the sun sound like?” he muses, pressing his fingers upwards and against the glass. “And the sound of a cloud -- yes, we’ll put the sound of a cloud on top of that! What a brilliant counterpoint!” 

His purple pygmy puff, hiding underneath his coat collar, squeaks in response. “Now, the cloud’s come to pass,” he says, scribbling on parchment. “It must drift past, slowly...a high and lonely drifting from the second and third violin.”

The pygmy puff pops out from the boy’s shirt and scurries down the length of his arm, where it wrestles with his quill. “I promise we’ll make it in time for breakfast,” he says. “If I don’t write this down now, it’ll be stuck in my head all day. Now, the sun has its moments where it shines through the clouds. These short bursts of intensity -- it must be played with intensity, like you really were wrestling to be seen through that cloud -- stop, then both melodies slowly come together as one.”

Quill scratches against parchment in feverish excitement. His hair flashes from gold to silver, the color morphing strands falling onto eyelashes undergoing the same change. The metamorphmagus doesn’t notice that what was on his head seems to represent what was happening in it. “Two violins, a viola, and a cello...” he muses. “Who would’ve thought that’s all you’d ever need to know what the sun sounds like! You see how it all comes together? You see?”

And as if he’d been touched by King Midas, every strand of hair on his head flashes golden.

“I see what you did there.” 

Wally looks up in delight. There’s a painfully large grin on his face and a sparkle in his eyes, as though he were a child showing off a crayon drawing. Only, the music he creates is far from crude; it’s divine. “You do?” he says. “Oh, you have excellent taste! My music is second to none.”

His eyes search the other student. 

“Ah...am I late for hotel breakfast?”

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i wonder if i ever cross your mind

“Oh...it’s you.” | @crmargot​

Nothing scares away his latest sweethearts like the appearance of an angry, disappointed ex-girlfriend. Their bodies uncoil and she takes off, darting into the forest with the heavy crunching of leaves. Wally supposes it’s for the best. If he’d been cheating like that Ravenclaw girl -- or had she been a Slytherin? -- then he wouldn’t want his face to be seen either.

Wally’s suddenly jittery fingers fumble for his wand. He almost drops it, to be lost among the dozens of twigs and branches littering the ground. But, he secures his grip and whispers a tired: “Lumos!”

He wonders if Margot can recognize the girl he’d been with. Wally knew it wasn’t right to sneak away from the bonfire with a taken woman, but he made an exception tonight. Wally knew he shouldn’t have flirted with her, reciprocated her advances, and agreed to sneak off from the rest of the group. But a nearly full moon hung overhead, looming above him in silver light like the blade of a guillotine. And so, he’d made an exception because he’d felt so lonely, so scared, and so cold. 

Being with someone always made those feelings go away.  Not that Margot would ever understand.

(Such selfishness never crosses the mind of good people like her, he’s sure of it.)

“Yes, I do suppose it’s me,” he says, playfully. Tonight’s words simmer with nervous energy, a rare aura surrounding a man whose personality is never anything less than picture perfect. “What have you slipped away from the others for? I thought you were having fun out there.” 

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ooc: hello, it’s your friendly neighborhood trash can! *finger guns* i would love to have some fresh threads for wally! i owe two (i think) starters on him that take place during the last few days of school, but it’d be awesome to have some event threads! 🙏 

if you want a random event starter, please comment with a word, phrase, song, or really whatever you’d like! AND IF YOU’D RATHER IN-DEPTH PLOT (FOR THE EVENT OR OTHERWISE), JUST HIT LIKE AND I’LL NYOOM TO YOUR IMS. ILY ALL <3

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hello everyone, i’ve finally returned from hiatus! if you don’t remember who i am, then maybe my overuse of the fire emoji will jog your memory heehee~! 🔥🔥 \ ( OUO ) / 🔥🔥 

i’m excited to greet all the wonderful members corusco’s gotten during my hiatus! once i’m all caught up, i’ll be dropping most of my threads on wally and joon (@crxjoon) as an opportunity to start fresh. i’d love to brainstorm some new plots for the both of them as i get back into the groove of things! & if we were in the midst of plotting before i poofed, then please don’t be afraid to poke me in the IMs & remind me of wicked, wild plans we were scheming! <3

i came up with IC reasons for wally & joon’s absence during my hiatus (because i’m super lame), so hopefully by monday i’ll have up some self-paras for what’s going on with them. :D 

SO YES!!!! I’m reading through everyone’s bios & gathering plot kindling to start some drama! If you’d like to join in on the fire emoji spreading madness, please HMU on wally’s account!

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i’m gonna live forever 📀

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crxcole:

“The eighteen eighties,” Cole repeats because what the hell, who still listens to music from the middle ages. Okay, he knows that it is not the right historical era, but still. “What are you, a mummy?” he shakes his head, but then his eyes widen, and he can’t help but slam his palm on the table between them. “Pop artists? Fizzling out? Dude, a hit song remains a hit song no matter how many years have gone by since its release. Also, how are you familiar with Britney Spears and not muggle pop? I can’t believe this! I’m going to have to teach you a couple of things.”

“My uncle is biased against muggle things -- especially anything he thinks is pop music! -- so he never let me listen to muggle radio! What a bore! ” he whines. “If you think I’m out-of-touch now, you should’ve seen me when I first transferred here. Thank goodness my friends started smuggling CDs for me! I really owe it to them -- if it weren’t for their help, I’d be clueless. Oh, would you? Are Mary Carey and Ceiling Dion the same person?”

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wolf children

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crwally:

crcai:

There’s something about the boy that screams beautiful madness. Yes, that’s the right word to put it for the student seems like he’s been cut out of a story book. A prince that hides insanity with a little bit of humor. And Cai’s amused, royalty has been given a new definition. 

He watches the other morph into the pop star out of request, and he looks at the now, Britney Spears, still in awe. And he realizes that his ability isn’t some sort of a glitch. But he still couldn’t persuade himself to try. It’s dangerous, he knows that and the men who showed him pain in the orphanage knew that too. With that ability, he can corrupt the darkest wizard and even pretend to be king. That thought makes him restless. 

He blinks at his hand, now realizing what he has done. He nods at the other’s introduction, mentally taking note of his name and his face, though the later isn’t so hard to do. He watches the other lift his hand, as if he’s some sort of painting. There’s a subtle smile creeping unto his lips again, he’s getting amused. Wallace Amadeus Gothel, he is as mysterious as his name. Cai never thought being different would look this good. 

“It’s okay, my hair is the least of my worries” he says with a soft laugh, hiding a gruesome childhood isn’t something he’s actually proud of. “But you can teach me sometime, if you’d like” he continues as he watches the other studying his hand. “Like perhaps…how to get this back to normal” he adds.

There are three little words hold the weight of the world so his shoulders never feel the burden. They were just quivering whispers before bedtime during childhood, easily broken and swept away like shattered glass. The words strengthen each time he repeats them and as years of repeating piled on, soon become unbreakable. Even when his voice is soft -- even when it’s joking and friendly like in Cai’s presence -- there’s an affirmed air to which he says them. 

“This is normal.” 

He grins. 

“Fireworks in your eyes when you’re mad are normal,” he says. He bites his lower lip in an attempt to close off his grin, but it doesn’t work well. “Someone stealing the pink right off your lips with a kiss is normal. And if you’re tired of being stolen from, stealing someone else entirely is normal too.”

Stealing his new friend’s appearance takes more concentration than when transforming into Britney. He’s a little off with the pore patterns and ear shape, but he’s proud of how spot-on he morphs the slope of his new nose. Wally sticks out his tongue and laughs -- an exact replica of the soft laugh Cai had made moments ago.

“Nyah-nyah, got your nose!” he says. “It could very well be different for you, but thinking of contentment helps me when I’m stuck! Not satisfaction or happiness, but...a baseline, you know? Like when you’re sitting in a reading chair with big, plush cushions and everything is silent. Then you make that sigh -- you know what kind of sigh I’m talking about, right? -- and can stare into space for an hour. Or after you do it with someone.” 

His focus goes in for a loop, returning to something Cai mentioned earlier about having worries. Wally wouldn’t belong in the house of honeybadgers if it weren’t for the ease he can include others with. “And if NEWTs have you worried, the Puffs sometimes have a study group in the library!” he says. “They can help you with just about any subject...well, anything but this. It’s too bad there aren’t classes for Metamorphmagi, isn’t it? I’d like to know how to put on freckles without them tickling!”

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— flashing blue

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crsiwon:

starter for @crwally

there were some days where siwon truly loved the job he had, where each experience filled his heart and left him feeling warm and helpful inside. other times? he wanted nothing more than to give up and disappear from the infirmary for the rest of the night. usually, those nights were the ones that he spent chasing down joon or wally for their night medicines. his feet are heavy and his heels ache with every step, the constant desire to give in and disappear into his office for a nap tugs at him like a young toddler would to their parents shirt.

over and over and over again.

it had been a little over an hour of searching now, and his patience was wearing thin. siwon plops down on the edge of the corridor floor. he presses his back to the wall and takes that moment to run his hands over his burning eyes. for just a moment, he drowns every sound out and allows himself to rest. he had no plans on giving up, he never did when it came to ensuring that the students took the medications they needed when needed. however, for a moment, the healer does contemplate telling madam ophelia all about what wally had put him through first thing in the morning. sure, it was a low blow, but siwon was exhausted and sometimes you have to strike fear in the children to get them to listen…right?

“ — shh!!”

his thoughts are cut off quick by the sound of hushed voice following the loud squeak of a nearby closet door. the healer squints as he stands and crosses the hall to gently press his ear to the closet door. if it weren’t for the loud breathing on the other side of the door, siwon almost would have believed the closet to be empty. he opens the door quickly, only to be met with a swift breeze, and the sight of blue zipping past him and out of the closet door…leaving behind the young gryffindor girl he’d been smuggling inside with him doing gods knows what.

siwon was going to kill him.

Some age-appropriate, innocent snogging and a little heavy petting towards the end isn’t worth a visit to the headmaster, is it? Bare feet slap against cold floors as he speeds down the corridor in nothing but a pair of shorts. His clothes are abandoned in the infirmary closet, heaped in a pile along with the tights and cardigan his girlfriend of the week shed off. “SIR, I ASSURE YOU THAT WE WEREN’T DOING ANYTHING OBSCENE!” he shouts.

Their emergency exit plan is to distract the school nurse long enough for his weekend lover to slip away, her pretty face lost in a crowd of students. By the time Mr. Siwon corrals him, he’ll have forgotten what she looks like. Wally will never tattle and tell her name -- even if he’s interrogated for the next two semesters, even if he’s expelled, even if the cruciatus curse is used on him. It’s a promise he’d feel comfortable enough making an unbreakable vow on.

Because in all honesty, he’s not sure what her name is.  It could be Cheryl, but he thinks he heard Beryl at one point. Or is it Beverly? She totally looks like a Beverly. 

At least the running keeps him warm; for a castle filled with floating candles, there’s a nippy draft tickling his chest. “TO BE PUNISHED FOR LOVE IS UNFAIR!” he shouts, rounding the corner. “I WILL NEVER SURRENDER, SIR!”

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bottle of broken rules 🍾

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crxteddy:

“Ah… yes?” Teddy answers a bit weakly. “For the most part…” Ah, so he was one of those guys. Although rather hesitant, he still nodded, dog-earing the page of his book and closing it reluctantly. He wasn’t going to be able to get back to it for a while. He just feels it. “While I agree with you– oh, Merlin, no! I-I mean…” He quickly retracts his statment and glares at his hands for a moment. His face is burning all of a sudden and he can’t help but remember a rather wild night in a house down at Hogsmeade. (He’s still a little bitter about losing that shirt he was wearing. It was one of his favoites.)  Clearing his throat, Teddy corrects himself. “… maybe. If I can find us the right party. Sound… keen to you?” 

“Perfect! And if you’re blushing this hard, then the rumors must be true,” he says gleefully. “You do like to party.” In Wally’s mind, the other’s blushing cheeks confirmed every rumor he’s heard of Thomas’ weekend escapades into Hogsmeade. He’s not leaving until he’s done prying for all the juicy details.  “What’s the craziest party you’ve ever been to?” he asks. “Come on, indulge me! You’ll indulge a sheltered pureblood, won’t you?”

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teacher’s pet 🍎

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cranastasia:

out of everything you could expect to happen in a school like this, people being amazed about muggle traditions were probably ana’s favorite. especially since wally made it seem like such a huge deal. she listened to the boy speak, before reaching to pick the apple that was placed on the desk. god, it reminded her about her actual muggle life she used to have.

“why thank you wally.“ she said, about to take a bite of it, but his next few comments made her lower it on the desk, and smile at him. god, this would be an interesting conversation wouldn’t it now?

“you do know i’m a muggleborn witch, right?“ she asked, brow slightly raised as she leaned back into her chair. she wanted to see wally’s reaction. “i mean, it’s not hard to imagine it, but still, i’m technically a mudblood.“ anastaisa knew how the term was usually used, and she was more than a few times called that, so using it herself, wasn’t something new.

Wally’s known for certain refined qualities: the gentlemanly etiquette seemingly memorized from books one-hundred years out of print, a habit of dressing so smart he’ll shine his shoes just to enter Hogsmeade, and clear, sophisticated speech with the feathering of a German accent are among those habits. But it’s that word -- that cruel, dirty word pureblood boys shouldn’t be saying -- that unravels his composure like a ball of yarn. 

“A m-m-muh...” he stutters. The ends of the Metamorphmagus’ blonde hair curl from shock, but he’s quick to smooth them out and flash his best fake-it-until-you-make-it smile. “I didn’t know that you’re a muggleborn, professor!” he says. “But now that you mention it, I don’t know much about you at all!”

He clasps his hands behind his back and pushes his lips out in a pout.

“That just won’t do! How will I know how to personalize your gift basket at the end of the semester? Or know what to write on your birthday cards -- oh, when is your birthday? Or what about once I graduate and want to write personal letters to all my professors? And if we continue to not know each other...well, that red apple will be an apple of lies!” 

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you’re not scared, are you? 🐺

five word sentence starter cont. | @crxzeke​

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“I’m only asking because it’s the proper thing to do after an incident, not because I’m scared or anything,” he says, sticking up his nose. Wally crosses his arms, twists his torso to avoid facing the other boy, and peeks around the hallway corner. It’s impossible to apparate into Hogwarts, but that doesn’t stop Wallace from making sure his auntie isn’t watching him throw a tantrum. Acting this bratty at home is a one-way ticket to having an upset, fuzzy slipper-wearing Aunt Ava smart his knuckles with a wooden ruler. Even if she’s not physically there to deal the punishment herself, he’s been smacked enough times to feel the sharp sting and her looming presence whenever he misbehaves.

“What makes you scared about the public thinks, anyway?” he asks. “Most of them think you can catch lycanthropy by sharing food or holding a werewolf’s baby."

He looks back and makes eye contact with Zeke. The Metamorphmagus’ irises flicker and flash with streaks of white-hot color, as though weeping willow fireworks displays were going off in each one. Moments when the carefully trained, meticulously painted outer shell cracks and his true feelings seep through are rare. Over a decade of being groomed into a proper pureblood can’t hide the fact that:

As kind as he is... As accepting as he is... As undoubtedly Hufflepuff as he is...

Wallace is still very much an angry little boy. 

“I don’t like werewolves, but I’m not afraid of them or anything.” 

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libretto 📖

spring break party | @cryuna

It feels as though the past few weeks of his worsening health -- the brink of nervous breakdowns, the dizziness when he stands too quickly, and the fevers endured alongside insomnia -- were a bad dream he’s finally woken up from. All it took was time away from school for him to be rejuvenated into the fresh-faced, flirtatious gentleman he’s known as. Now, his improved physical and mental condition allows him to do what he loves best: host. 

And part of being a gracious host is picking up on when certain wallflower inclined guests aren’t enjoying themselves.

“Would you like a tour around the house? I know a quiet room where none of our dear guests have thrown up in yet.”  Wally moves a crystal glass of something red and fruity to his right hand, a small gesture that tends to go unnoticed by most. Then, he offers Yuna his left arm so that they can walk together. It’s highly improper to have a lady on your right arm while indoors, after all.  

“We should go before someone tries roping you into a game of beer pong again. I get the impression that’s not how you enjoy spending your nights, is it?” he asks, laughing softly. 

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cheat day 💌

@crxrina

Another paper airplane glides into a smooth landing, its wings fluttering the napping girl’s hair but doing nothing to wake her. He squirms in his seat, pouts at a square of parchment, and dips his quill into the inkwell with a jittery, agitated grip. “If she doesn’t wake up soon, I’ll be out of pick-up lines,” he sighs.

His ex-girlfriends and former flings can agree that Wallace Gothel isn’t a man of patience. His need to live life in the fast lane seems cute -- pinch his cheeks and tease him for being spoiled until he blushes cute -- while dating. But, breakups have a funny way of exposing a person’s faults for the first time. What were once endearing quirks become irredeemable flaws and his past loves will make clear that he’s not just impatient. Their angry howlers will let all of hogwarts know he’s an impatient, immature, all-around heartbreaking brat. 

They forget what they originally saw in him. Or rather, they pretend to forget the intrigue of dating a king still growing into the crown. Great things are expected of him and he has big shoes to fill, but he’s not ready yet. He’s not ready to play politics as the future head of the Gothel estate. He’s not ready to pursue music without worrying about the disapproval of his aunt. And he’s certainly not ready for commitment. Yet when relationships sour, his exes are frustrated to have fantasized about the finished product rather than accept him as a work in progress. 

Rina and himself never quite reached that sour stage. They’re still as passionate and intrigued about each other’s “work in progress” as ever. But depending on who you ask, they may have never broken up.

There’s a portion of the student body that thinks they might still be together, but agree on a cheat day every few weeks.

Wally scribbles a generic note about “oh, how I miss you! :(” and “sleeping beauty? come sit with me like we used to :((((” onto the parchment. The other paper airplanes had his favorite lines of “but you’re different” and “you’re not like other girls”. He messes up the folding of the airplane and crumples up the paper, deciding to throw it as is. 

But, his aim is off. 

And he knocks over someone’s drink -- which is definitely not allowed in the library -- and it splashes onto Rina. Wally winces, but he can’t help the little voice inside his head saying: “Well...the only way to wake this Sleeping Beauty is to dump a bucket of water on her head anyway.”