Don't Bother Me, I'm Reading

Hugo Granger-Weasley | Fifth Year | Son of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley

[freckledhugo]

leonard-hall‌:

Leonard wasn’t too much of a workaholic to stay up after the party to finish his assignments. He did, however, wake up two hours before he would usually get up to finish up three essays for a first, second, and fifth year before heading to class. Now, during his break, he was simply people watching, leaning against a wall in the hallway. He figured he could wait a few minutes before starting his next job.

So he saw the tired Ravenclaw drop his books, and Leonard could definitely relate to the look of disappointment on the other boys face. He walked over and picked up a few books before asking “You alright?”

Hugo let out a monosyllabic laugh in response. “Uh, yeah. Incapable of, um, carrying things, apparently. But not hurt -- well, except for my wounded pride,” he joked. 

Another student being helpful was, admittedly, a little surprising for him, but he was still grateful. He took the rest of the books from the other. “Thanks.” he said, even adding a bit of a grateful smile. Looking at the stack of books again, Hugo was tempted to take a nap once he got the books back to his room instead of going to his next class.

[freckledhugo]

cressida-ellesmere‌:

She had much to drink at the staff party, so it truly was a relief for Cressida to only have classes after noon that day, as well as a hangover cure at the ready. All seemed calm as she made her way through the corridors. That is, until she turned the corner just in time to see the stack of books falling all over Hugo. She shook her head, helping him pick up a couple, though she really was more amused than worried seeing as he didn’t seem seriously hurt. “As much as it pleases me to see a student so eager to read, I would advise that you carry just enough so that you may still watch out for what comes ahead of you.”

Hugo smiled. Yes, he liked to read. And while he was used to his reading habits typically gaining him some popularity with professors, it usually only lasted until his grades started coming back. Then it was all downhill.

“Right. Thank you.” he said, returning the stack back to order. “But, well, I didn’t drop them because of obstructed vision. I can usually handle it. Kinda an off-day.”

[freckledhugo]

Hugo wouldn’t consider himself a partier, really. But even staying up too late meant regret. And he did regret it. Damn you and your awesome parties, Rory Smith! Between staying up and too much carnival food, he had a headache and stomachache. Is it possible to get a hangover without drinking?

Still, he tried to power through his day, semi-functional or not. He should’ve known better than to try to carry a large stack of books in his condition. But he did, and inevitably, they all came falling down on top of him.

“Brilliant.”

[freckledhugo]

nicholasxabbott‌:

    He took off his crown that completed his King Arthur costume and smiled at the other, “Then let’s continue the streak! Common.” He nudged the other with his arm before he stepped forward towards the ride.

“If I wanted to continue the streak of not puking, wouldn’t it be a better to avoid the spinning, contents-of-your-stomach-emptying, cages?” he asked, skeptical, and yet finding himself stepping forward towards the ride.

[nicholasxabbott]

    He had been watching the rides for a moment now. He was in awe at how this was event possible but he knew a night of no stress and fun would do him some good. He was watching the zipper. “I’ll go if you go with me.”

[freckledhugo]

Hugo adjusted his sign that read ‘Nudist on Strike’ -- lazy costume? Maybe. But damn it, it counted. He looked up at the ride, arching an eyebrow. “Yeah, looks great. You know, I haven’t actually puked yet today? So, what the hell?”

[freckledhugo]

cricket-parkinson‌:

“I’ve met most of them, if not all of them,” Cricket said, not realizing that it was probably more of a rhetorical question than a real question. “The one named Fred seems to be quite loud.” He grew silent. He was staring down at the bleeding finger, considering his words. Eventually, he landed on, “I don’t mind blood.”

Hugo arched an eyebrow. “I, uh, wasn’t actually aski -- oh, nevermind.” he let the subject drop, making a mental note to be more clear when he was talking with Cricket. “Whether you mind it or not, I’m still pretty sure that bleeding is going to cause more harm. But, well, if whatever you’re doing works for you, I won’t argue. I’m just confused.”

[freckledhugo]

xalbusxseverusxpotter‌:

“Oh, yes, of course. How dare I.” 

“As long as you understand,” Hugo said, holding a grin long enough to punctuate his joke before letting it drop. “Tower’s just as open for you as it is to me, I don’t give a shit. Are you here for astronomy club stuff, or just ‘cause?” 

[freckledhugo]

xoxorubies‌:

She looked over at him as she pulled out her sketchbook and pencil, slightly surprised he was the one to have started up a conversation. She knew that Hugo, being her house-mate, liked his peace and quiet during these particular situations. Still, she enjoyed making conversation and making friends, so she indulged herself and responded while still keeping a distance away to give him personal space. “I’d like to consider myself to be, yes,” she replied with a smile as she opened her sketchbook to a clean page.

Talking in and of itself was never a problem. It was the invasive, obnoxious nature of people who seemed to make it their sole goal to distract him while he was focusing. So, there was a part of him that was relieved and grateful when Ruby allowed him the space needed to remain in his ‘zone’ while he painted. “More saturated...” he mumbled, correcting a color he was mixing on his palette. He didn’t look away from his painting as he spoke up.  “Never did get too serious with it, but I do enjoy the hobby. You?”

[freckledhugo]

thekatherinejordan‌:

Katherine made her way up the the Astronomy tower after a long day, not really expecting anyone to be there. Startled by the sound, she looked towards the sound of the voice and sent the man a small smile. “I was mostly just trying to escape from Gryffindor tower, honestly.” She replied, shrugging at the boy. “I didn’t think anyone would be up here.”

“Ah. Say no more!” Hugo replied, raising a hand for emphasis. “I’m related to enough Gryffindors. Trust me, I understand. Lucky you, I’m a Ravenclaw.” He was partly joking. After all, both his parents were among said Gryffindors that Hugo was related to, and at the end of the day, he did look up to his mom. 

[freckledhugo]

xoxorubies‌:

Ruby had been on the way back to the Ravenclaw common room from the room of requirement after a morning full of eventful spray painting when she thought it would be more productive to stop by the Astronomy tower before doing so. She had planned to add stars to her latest work of art and though she had many books on the subject and the like it wasn’t the same as viewing them herself. This way she would be able to capture the image effectively. She wasn’t all too surprised to see the Weasley boy there, “Quiet company, if anything,” she said with a smile as she set down her bag, her hands and fingers covered in different colors of paint.

Hugo didn’t like to break his focus too much, but he did allow himself to look away long enough to glance at the other person. He recognized her from astronomy club. If anything, it made him feel reassured. If anyone was going to be messing around in the astronomy tower with no adult supervision, he’d rather it be someone who know what they were doing. 

“Well, I can’t say I’m opposed to that.” He noted the paint on her hands. While she had said she wanted quiet company, he figured some idle conversation couldn’t hurt. And he was curious. “Are you an artist too?”

[freckledhugo]

xalbusxseverusxpotter‌:

“So aggressive,” Albus teased. He plopped himself down right next to his cousin and beamed. “I just came to look at that stars. I didn’t know anyone else was here.”

Hugo hummed. Maybe he had been unnecessarily snappy. It tended to happen when he was ‘in the zone’. “Well, you did interrupt, and obviously, my painting is top priority. Nothing else happening on campus is as important as this.”

[freckledhugo]

The astronomy tower was one of Hugo’s favorite places. Whether he had an assignment or not, studying the stars was one of the perfect ways to quench his Ravenclaw thirst for learning. Other times, he liked the tower for the view. He had an easel and paints set up -- not anything crazy like a high-end art studio. It had to be transportable. But it did the job. 

Even when he heard footsteps, Hugo didn’t look away from his canvas. “Do you want something?”

[freckledhugo]

cricket-parkinson‌:

“Yes, I suppose.” Cricket looked towards Hugo, but not at Hugo. Rather, he looked at the space above his right shoulder. “I don’t mind the annoying. I only mind the loud. It’s too much. How can anyone focus?” Cricket was easily overstimulated, but he tried to not talk about that. “You’re right,” he said. “But I don’t like when there’s a bump.”

“The only reason I can focus around loud people is because I had to learn. Have you met my family? I’d never get any reading done if I couldn’t tune them out.” Hugo paused after answering Cricket’s question. “Anyway, I’m pretty sure bleeding, broken skin is going to be much more of a problem than that ‘bump’ ever could,” he retorted. Maybe the potion was making him more talkative than usual. He made a mental note to monitor that. “But whatever. I’m not your mother.”

[freckledhugo]

cricket-parkinson‌:

Cricket looked to his hands. He had a hangnail on his right pointer finger. How could anyone focus on conversing with such a thing? He picked at it and picked at it until he pulled it away, leaving it bleeding. He hummed for a moment. “Who said they didn’t have a good reason?” He asked, genuinely confused. “Yes. It’s quite the conundrum.” Cricket rubbed at his chin, but after a few seconds of thinking and with no real solution, he gave up. “I don’t blame them.”

Cricket was a confusing one. But Hugo prided himself on not being an idiot. “I guess, even with good reasons, and without the blame, it’s still unpleasant when loud, annoying people are loud and annoying.” It was his best attempt at a summation of his understanding of what point the other person was getting at. “You shouldn’t pick like that,” he added, noting the hangnail, or rather the now-bleeding spot it had left.

[freckledhugo]

scorpiivsmalfcy‌:

   Scorpius hadn’t really spoken to Hugo before despite his friendship with Rose. He seemed stressed and he could easily understand why so he didn’t take it too personally. Scorpius took a step ahead but then stopped to look back at the other. “You alright?”

“If by ‘alright,’ you mean I’ve managed to mostly control the damage throughout this potion mess. For myself, anyway. Still, fairly certain a number of people are going to be wanting apologies by the end of the day.” He shrugged. Immediately, he realized that even subtle changes in his own word choice showed a lack of responsibility or remorse for his actions. It was going to be a long day.

[freckledhugo]

cricket-parkinson‌:

“Yes,” he said, then grew silent. He had every intention of speaking again, but he wanted to make sure all of his words were just so before he did. “I don’t blame anyone for having secrets.” It was like a little jolt. Him speaking, suddenly, after a length of silence, without warning. “But if there’s anyone to blame, it’s only themselves for keeping them. But I don’t blame them.” It was a complex thing. Because society punished. Cricket knew that all too well. Society punished, and people thought they had to have secrets. So maybe it was societies fault, but people were society. How strange, he thought. “How strange,” he said. 

Hugo arched an eyebrow. “Sometimes people keep secrets for good reason,” he pointed out. “If anything, you could almost say it’s  issue of consent. People are under no obligation to share everything with others. The truth serum takes away people’s ability to choose to share.” He isn’t asking to debate this, Hugo. Stop being annoying. “So saying they’re to blame is a little unfair...Even if you...don’t blame them.” He found himself a bit confused by the other person, and confusion wasn’t something he felt often.

[freckledhugo]

cricket-parkinson‌:

Cricket, dead faced and hardly bothered, slowly turned to look at the boy. He only met his eyes for a moment before he turned away. It almost didn’t seem like the effort it took to turn towards him was worth the brief second he’d spent looking at him. “Exactly,” he said. He’d both asked a question and then moved on (answered it himself) without waiting for an answer. Just a typical day in Cricket’s life. “People are enthralled with the idea of communicating their experience with anyone who will listen.”

“Right,” Hugo said with a smirk. “I think that’s just a human tendency to begin with -- but this potion madness certainly isn’t helping.” He sighed and glanced around. While he wasn’t the most social person to begin with, he got the impression that the conversation with the other would be one of the least infuriating ones -- especially with the affects of the potion. If he was going to be interacting with someone, he intended to have the interaction embarrass himself as little as possible.