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Tilden Toots - 17 - Hufflepuff

[dorcassing-archive]

Dorcas nodded. “Well, yes, everyone does, but he seems to like it even more. Like, it’s almost like he gets off on it, you know.” She scrunched up her face. “Gross. And well, I’ll do it if you bring records, yeah? And a turntable, as everything muggle music related I own is at home.”

At his words, she frowned, a small hint of guilt soaring through her body. “Oh, I’m sorry Tilden. And I’m sure someone will.” There was a slight pause. “You can owl me, or something, if you want. I mean, you gotta keep in touch with your friends, otherwise you’ll go nuts. Okay?”

[daydreaminthewoods]

Tilden waved his hand. "Oh, don't worry! I-I've already set my eyes on a few records I think I might like. And you guys too!" The boy smiled, proud of himself, but still sheepishly. "I don't have a spare turntable though." He lowered his eyes. "But maybe Professor Slughorn has one at his office!"

"Oh, it's fine, don't worry!" He quickly said when he noticed her frown. "I like it in here, besides I've never spent Christmas here, I'm excited." He said, not wanting to make the girl feel bad about the whole thing. "But I'd love to owl you!" A big smile appeared on his face, the mention of them being friends made Tilden extremely happy. "Do wait for an owl from me."

[chasingemmeline-deactivated2015]

"Well, yeah, I understood that part. Why aren’t you going home?"

[daydreaminthewoods]

"Oh, right! Sorry! My- my parents have to go to work on Christmas Eve so I'd be home alone."

[chasingemmeline-deactivated2015]

"I slept until about an hour ago. It was lovely."

[daydreaminthewoods]

"I'm glad you got some rest!" He smiled. "I'm guessing you've got something planned?"

[chasingemmeline-deactivated2015]

"I’m finally eighteen today!"

[daydreaminthewoods]

"Happy birthday! Are you having a good one?"

[themostmagnificentgreengrass-de]

"That sucks."

[daydreaminthewoods]

Without realising someone was speaking to him, he nodded. "It does."

[chasingemmeline-deactivated2015]

"Why are you stuck here?"

[daydreaminthewoods]

"I'm, uhm, I'm not going home this year."

[daydreaminthewoods]

"I guess it'll be only me in Hogwarts this Christmas..." Tilden tried not to show his disappointment, since nobody he knew was staying, and he wanted to shrug it off.

[moiradurane]

"Ah, yes." Moira nodded. "Then I was righ. In knowing your name, that is." Him having felt so bad about not remembering her name, had made her feel a bit uneasy. What if she didn’t know his either? What if she in all these years had thought his name was something else? Thankfully, she had been right though, and that made her smile. Being correct always made her so pleased. "Now that I think about it, I believe we might’ve been in the same Herbology class?" 

[daydreaminthewoods]

It made Tilden happy that someone knew his name, because he wasn't used to people noticing him, but that wasn't what made him truly happy. His eyes lit up at the mention of his favourite subject. "Well, that's probable! I've been taking Herbology since First Year, so if you have too, then, yeah!" He said it all with enthusiasm, and as soon as he realised, he shut his mouth closed. "Sorry. I just really like Herbology."

[moiradurane]

"It’s Moira. Moira Durane," she replied. "And really, it’s okay. There are a lot of names in this school. If we were to know all of them then we would hardly have any room left in our brains for anything else." She looked at him sincerely, having a sensation that he was feeling a lot worse about this than he should.  

[daydreaminthewoods]

Right. He knew that name. It wasn't like there were that many prefects anyway. "Oh, yeah. I think it rings a bell." He smiled slightly. "I'm Toots. Tilden Toots. Tilden's the name, not the surname." He said, very quickly.

[iziaa]

[moiradurane]

Him looking back at her made her feel so much more comfortable. It made Moira uneasy when people were avoiding eye contact when having a conversation. “You can relax, I don’t feel bad. I don’t really expect people to remember, so it’s not like I get disappointed when people don’t. It’s more like I get positively surprised when they do.” When saying it out loud, it sounded kind of sad and nearly a bit pathetic. She realized how it sound, and so she tried to cover it up with a careless shrug. It wasn’t really a lie either. She really didn’t mind people not remembering. 

[daydreaminthewoods]

"Then, I hope you won't mind if I ask, uhm, your name?" Tilden asked, cocking his head to the side. He felt terribly bad for not knowing her name, but he didn't really know that many people, even those who'd been his classmates for about six years now. He knew names, and he'd probaly recognise some faces, but he was unable to link one to the other. He was certain he had heard the girl's name, and he'd problaby feel like a total idiot for not remembering.

[mary-how-contrary]

"Yeah," she sniffed. She clung to him desperately. He was her ticket to safety. His presence meant the initial experience was over. Mary knew that she would be reliving it each night. Her nightmares would be back, just like they came back the second time. "M-Mulciber," she whimpered. "I don’t know. I just want to get out of here."

[daydreaminthewoods]

Tilden scanned the hall. There were no signs of any other student, which meant there were no signs of Mulciber either. Even Tilden knew who he was, and the fact that it was him who had hurt this girl made him feel uneasy.

"Okay, up we go..." he pulled her a bit further up, and slid his arm around her torso. "You're a Gryfiindor aren't you?" He asked as gently as he could. "Let's get you to the common room, shall we?"

[o-dylanstiles]

[christianborle]

here is a list of stuff you guys should ask me:

would you rathers

dear _____,

bed/wed/behead (fuck/marry/kill)

testimonials/honest opinions of me

make me draw something

talk about ur crushes

talk about ur day/ask me about my day

talk about a memory of yours/ask me a memory of mine

you confess something/i confess something

tell me a joke/riddle

truth or dare

freshman advice

or any kind of advice

rant to me

____ or ____?

popular/unpopluar opinions

you recommend me songs/shows/movies/books and i could do the same for you

A N Y T H I N G

[moiradurane]

"No, it wasn’t stupid," Moira replied while shaking her head. Then she scrunched her nose slightly while smiling. "Though, we have been in the same year for quite a while. I’m not really one who stands out though, so…"

She nodded when he mentioned the prefects’ compartment. “Yes, that seems likely. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you too. There’s not so many of us there, so it’s kind of easy to notice the ones who are.” Moira did understand that he might’ve not noticed her much. She had always been pretty observant, so she recognized most of the people from her classes and such. However, it didn’t bother her that people might’ve not paid her much attention as she had always kept herself pretty much in the background.

[daydreaminthewoods]

"I mean, it was kinda obvious..." he scratched the back of his neck. "But- thank you." She could've laughed at him. She could've told him it really was a silly question, but she didn't. He truly was thankful. So he looked up and returned her pretty smile with a genuine beam.

"I- well, I don't really know... that many people, you know?" He shrugged. "So don't feel bad that I don't know your na- I mean! Not that you have to feel bad! I just... oh, Merlin..." He covered his face with his hand for a second, absolutely embarrassed. Well, you outdid yourself here, mate. Why would a girl like her be bothered by a boy like him not knowing her name? Now that was silly. "Ugh." Tilden sighed deeply, wishing the ground could swallow him up right there and then.

[mary-how-contrary]

Mary drifted in and out of consciousness on the ground of the empty corridor. Whenever conscious, she would look at the floor, hoping to see feet. She swore her arm still felt like it was broken, though she knew full well it was not. Perhaps her symptoms were more psychological than physical, but the agony she was in seemed all too real.

She was in a period of unconsciousness when she felt something touch her face and her eyes flashed open. She immediately screamed before bursting into sobs. Looking up at the face, she realized it wasn’t Mulciber, but Tilden. “Help me, please,” she begged between sobs.

[daydreaminthewoods]

Tilden flinched, taken aback by her haunting scream. His pulse began to race. "Shh, it's okay..." he said, swallowing hard and looking around. Empty.

He tried to think fast. Okay, you know what to do. You've gone to the hospital a couple times. You know what nurses do. Carefully, he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her up. "Your leg is okay, right?" He hoped so, because somehow he managed to pull her up to her feet. "Wh-what happened to you?" He asked, looking at her tear-stained face with a sad look in his eyes and concerned voice. "Does something hurt?" He then questioned, remembering he'd been asked that a few years ago, when he fell off his bike.

[dorcassing-archive]

"You know, that is actually quite a good idea." She said after chuckling. "Especially if I tell him it’s something I’m only doing for him, y’know? He loves feeling special, I think." And Dorcas was really considering doing so, seeing every little thing that could get Slughorn to like her, and so give her a better grade, was very much welcome. "And yes! I was planning on doing that, but I was kind of hesitant about putting on some music during class. Not rebellious enough, I suppose." She then nodded. "Yes, yes I am. It’s not Christmas without my family, after all. What about you?"

[daydreaminthewoods]

Tilden chuckled and fixed his eyes on the wall in front of them. "He certainly does, but then again, most people do." He then looked at the girl. "I guess he really likes it more than others." The boy thought for a second before speaking. "Actually, I guess... I think he'd let you play music, if you asked him, you know? kindly and stuff."

The look in his eyes then got slightly sadder, and his smile dropped, then muttered. "Not sure I am. I think my parents work on Christmas Eve." He coughed to clear his throat. "I guess someone else will stay."