the flower boy

hamish alexander landon | sixteen | the lion's den i sell flowers on saturdays

[junexfletcher-blog]

Despite everything that had happened, June could not shake this heavy feeling. She attempted to forget the meaning of today by doing her work ; revising a paper that did not need to be revise ; pacing up and down her room. The brunette truly believe she could get through the day without sending anything to him. Her brother. He could dead for all she knew, but, deep inside, there would always be that part of her that hoped he wasn’t. A part of her that hoped that today he would grow a year older. 

“ Dammit,” she cursed under her breath as she stood up, tossing the book to the side and walked out of her dorm. June felt like she had to send something. Even if it was just a ——— flower! She vividly remember hearing and seeing a little nursery that sold flowers. Wanting to get this over with, she hurried to said place and barged in. A smile already in place as she prepared herself to speak, but at his words her expression visibly fell. “ Oh! “ she paused looking around before meeting the boys eyes. “ I’m sorry, thought it was open. Just wanted to see if you could sell me a flower, but ———- it’s okay! “ Maybe this was a sign that she shouldn’t send anything. 

[hamishlandon-blog]

Hamish sighed. He really wasn’t in a good mood whatsoever, but the poor girl probably needed, maybe desperately even, for a flower, and allowing her to get a decent bunch might not hurt after all. “It’s... the sign is still there, right?” He meant no harm, but the inconspicuous tone in his voice might prove otherwise. “I-uh... I guess I could spare some time,” Wiping the back of his jeans, Hamish walked forward, pushing up the sleeves of his sweater. “Any flower in particular? Favourites? Or would you like me to recommend something?” 

[hamishlandon-blog]

Hurt | Hamish + Astoria

[astoriadahl-blog]

Obviously something had come up, and that something was the fact that he had been beaten up by someone. Bruises like the one on his stomach didn’t appear just from falling over, and his nose was bleeding too. It was clear that he had been fighting, but why someone would want to be fighting with him, she didn’t know. Hamish was probably the nicest person she had ever known. “Well, clearly something came up,” Astoria said with a sigh, slumping her shoulders a little. No wonder he hadn’t shown up for the agreed time.

Hamish was a sweet guy, the kindest of all, and she was used to seeing him smiling and laughing, but he broke down in tears instead, and Astoria felt complete shock. She didn’t know what to do, or what to say, so instead she simply put her hands to his knees, a small gesture in the attempt to comfort him. “Hey, just breathe, okay, just breathe.” It was heartbreaking, seeing someone so strong completely falling apart, she even struggled not to start crying right along with him, she felt the tears stinging in her eyes.

Hamish settled down some, his face was full of tears, and blood. Reaching for a cloth among the supplies he had gotten out to heal himself, she gently patted it against his cheeks, rinsing away both tears and blood. “Purebloods?” Astoria raised her eyebrows at him as she gently wiped away the blood along his cheekbone. “Purebloods did this? What, they just attacked you?” And if she was guessing it right, they were picking on him for not being pureblood. It was probably the most disgusting thing she had heard of in the longest time. “Why aren’t they leaving you alone, Hamish? Did they just jump on you and start beating you up?”

[hamishlandon-blog]

“You’re blind if you think otherwise...” Hamish tried to joke, wincing at the pain in his nose. Blood didn’t seem to gush out every time he moved, but the pain was still there, still throbbing. “I’m really sorry I made you wait for so long. Sorry you had to see this too. You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” He mumbled under his breath- it was awful enough that he couldn’t fend himself from a few bad guys. It was worse that he was accidentally exposed, with a secret he has been holding onto for months on end.

Hamish tried to stifle his sobs, but even that seemed really hard to do. He was beyond embarrassed- he was vulnerable, exposed. To the outside world, he was the boy who smiled at people in hallways or the boy who would lend a helping hand whenever he could. No one knew him as the boy who was beaten down to a pulp, or the boy who couldn’t put up a fight. “I’m really sorry you had to see this, Astoria...” His bloody hand gingerly tapped on hers that was resting on his knees, hopefully reassuring enough for her to believe that he was indeed alright.

“They’ve been uh...” In the back of his mind, Hamish was still contemplating on letting her on with the truth- however, there was no way he could hide this away from her anymore. “It has been like this for quite a while now, honestly. They don’t like me because I’m muggleborn... and the flowers. Boys don’t sell flowers, Tori- boys are not meant to like flowers. And I’m a Gryffindor. I’m supposed to be brave, and loud, and strong... and here I am selling flowers,” Hamish shrugged his shoulders, fists forcefully placed by his sides. “It got worse when Professor Longbottom offered me the space. They hate that I’m seen as the teacher’s pet,”

[jayjonesjournal]

In the sense that Jackson lived intensely, he wasn’t the kind of person to stop by and appreciate the flowers, watch the stars, listen to the birds, it was just not his kind of thing. He was always too enthralled with the fact he was running out of time and was busy at all times, writing, working out, practicing. But he respected those who did, like Ainsley or the flower boy with the an old guy’s name. And he also cared for those under Gryffindor’s name - even if he acted like a complete douchebag most of the time, Jackson was textbook in the ways of the Lion’s House, he was just as brave and protective as the words told him to be. Hogwarts was a small school - well, it was an enclosed castle and word got around quickly. So after working out for that day, he made his way to Greenhouse 2, he wasn’t particularly good at Herbology or greenery, stuff like that, he didn’t have the drive but still, he wasn’t exactly there for the plants. 

He’s walking a little slower than usual, his feet dragging and Hamish still doesn’t look up so he clears his throat. The ‘closed for business’ deal makes him offer a small sympathetic smile and Jack simply shrugs it off. “I know shit ‘bout them flowers.” He deems those the best words. “But I’m a writer, you see, and I think my stories could use some more meaning.” Jack drops his backpack and picks his notebook and ballpoint pen. “I know there’s a whole deal ‘bout flowers, so what’s up with that?” What he really wanted was to check up on Hamish - and maybe get some names. Nice boys that liked flowers didn’t get into fights and detentions but assholes like him didn’t mind. 

[hamishlandon-blog]

Hamish stared at his fellow housemate lingering around the expanse of the greenhouse. “Is this for the school newspaper? I’m afraid Tori has written something about me and my flowers before,” He offered a gentle smile, pushing the sleeves of his sweater up. “How I feel about flowers is probably the same way how you feel about writing and your stories. I don’t think I can explain further,” He chuckled. “But if it helps, my parents are enthusiasts of flowers and plants. My father is a professional botanist, mum’s a florist. So I naturally picked that up from them. My home back in Cambridge is like a nursery of its own,”

Hamish’s brown eyes settled on the boy before him- now that he thought about it, was it really his intention to come visit him at the greenhouse? “Are you sure you’re here for the flowers, Jones? Or you just fancy some company?” He scratched the back of his head slowly. “I’m uh... you can stay, I guess. I just don’t have tea or biscuits or cookies or any of that sort, so I hope you don’t mind,”

[hamishlandon-blog]

When in deep concentration, Hamish’s eyebrows furrowed rather comically as his eyes never quite left the half-finished bouquet on his work table. It was a carnation arrangement, in shades of pink and soft white, with a dash of the baby’s breath. It’s very easy to get carried away when making a bouquet, so half of his concentration was dedicated to making sure he did not stray away.

He was too busy to notice someone stepping foot into his humble and tiny nursery. It wasn’t until the clearing of a throat that made him jump, eyes in mild surprise as he stared at the figure standing in front of him. “I... how can I help you? We’re not open today in case you didn’t see the sign I made outside,” He added with a smile, now feeling guilty that he was about to deny someone’s presence in his personal space. Many events have occurred in the past few days- his bullies trashing his nursery and the lockdown, and Hamish thought the personal time and space was necessary.

[florafraser-blog]

Flora guessed he had a point. She was pretty sure she had Hamish all sussed out, but she supposed she should actually give him a legitimate chance and listen to what he had to say. At least it would be more interesting than her Magical Theory homework. “Alright. No judgement. Just – tell me, yeah? People are so fucking shitty and messed up – how do you find it in you to just…ignore that?” There was a vulnerability in her voice that she hated, and quickly, she looked away, twisting a lock of dark hair around her index finger as they walked, her expression somber. “I am interested,” she said, glancing up at him, expression honest. “Mostly because I want to believe you’re a good person. But in my experience, good people just. Don’t exist.” She cut herself off before she could say more, mostly because he already seemed to think she was a bit of a bitch. Usually, she wouldn’t have a problem with that, but, surprisingly enough, she wanted Hamish to like her. After all, she was a fundamentally horrible person, right down to her core – at least in her own eyes – and maybe if he saw some goodness in her, there was something left to be salvaged.

[hamishlandon-blog]

Hamish stared at the girl before him with an unfaltering gaze. He couldn’t help but notice the tiny crack in her voice- a sliver of vulnerability. At the back of his mind, he felt sorry that her hardened shell was a causal effect of something much deeper that perhaps only her, and those closest to her would know and understand. “Well, I’m going to quote a Greecian philosopher and risk sounding fifty years older, but hear me out,” Hamish gestured with a hand, hoping that she would give him five minutes of her time. “Plato once said to ‘be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle’. If you’re a strong believer of that quote like I am, it gets easier to ignore the, in your words, shitty and messed up in others,” Hamish smiled wider, if that was possible. “Hmm, I like to believe that my parents are good people,” His smile turned into a cheeky grin. “Or rather, I’m a good person. Ask my friends,” 

[hamishlandon-blog]

Hurt | Hamish + Astoria

[astoriadahl-blog]

Perhaps Hamish had forgotten that the two of them were meant to be meeting up after classes that day, they were meant to do some brain storming for her next article, but he hadn’t shown up on time, or anywhere near on time actually. Astoria had been sat waiting for him in the library for almost an hour before she decided to go look for him. He would either be in the Great Hall, or he would be in one of the courtyards. Her guess was that he would be in the Great Hall, but once she got there, he was nowhere to be seen. Next she went on to check the courtyard, but still, he was nowhere to be seen.

There was one other place that he could be though, and it was the nursery, and she walked there rather hurriedly, feeling somewhat annoyed to have been waiting for such a long time. Hamish was usually never late for one of their appointments, least of all by over an hour, and she was just about ready to tell him off when she slammed open the doors to the nursery. “Hamish-” Her words stopped in her throat as she saw the state of the place. Several trays of equipment had been knocked to the floor, it looked as though there had been a conflict, a fight, and it had been a rather brutal one too. But what stood out to her was the droplets of blood staining the floor, and she felt an icy cold sensation rush through her body. “Oh no,” she muttered under her breath, seeing one of the stains of blood had been smudged out, in the direction of the exit.

Astoria immediately set off towards the dormitory, setting off in a run, her throat feeling tight with worry. Something had happened to Hamish, she was sure of it, and she had to know if he was okay or not. Her hunch though, was that he wasn’t.

She stormed up the staircase to the boys dormitories, and didn’t bother with niceties, not knocking before she swung the door open, only to see Hamish sat on his bed, shirt unbuttoned to reveal a nasty bruise on his stomach, his nose bloodied. “Shit, I had a feeling…” Astoria breathed, running on in to him until she was standing right in front of him.

“Well… You didn’t show up on time for when we were meeting…” Of course she would be concerned about him, but seeing the state of the nursery had been the only proof she needed. “What the hell happened, Hamish? I went to see if you were in the nursery and it looked like a fight had broken out, what happened to you?” He looked like he had been beaten up, to be truthful. Tori sat down on her knees in front of him and touched her fingertips gently to his cheek, where another bruise seemed to be forming. “Who did this to you? I swear I will kill them…”

[hamishlandon-blog]

That darn meeting- shit. His arrangement with Astoria finally crossed his mind, and if it weren’t for the ill visit by his bullies, he would’ve made it to the library an hour ago to help her with her articles. “I’m sorry... something came up,” He muttered under his breath. “I’m really sorry, something did come up. I’m not trying to make this up,”

Hamish stared at the girl kneeling before him, hesitant brown eyes staring back at hers. The cat is out of the bag, against his will at that too, and he had no choice but to tell her the truth. Hamish was in an internal conflict- a struggle whether to tell her what exactly happened, or to keep quiet even if she tried to force it out of him. There was too much going on in his head, accompanied by the pounding in his head, and he couldn’t take it anymore. Without any warning, Hamish burst into tears.

His tears turned into soft sobs, laced with despair and sadness. His cheeks were wet, stained by blood and tears as his sobs soon turned into hiccups. Hamish was embarrassed, ashamed that Astoria had to see him in such a state. “I’m sorry, I-uh... I didn’t mean to spoil the mood,” He managed a chuckle, which by the way, sounded more like a wounded puppy than anything. “And to answer your question, it’s uh...” His voice trembled against his throat. “They’re just some pureblood blokes who can never leave me alone...” Hamish stared at his sneakers as the wet poultice was pressed against his bruised chest. “I knew I should’ve entered the Duelling club,” He muttered softly, wiping his tears with his free hand. “I’m sorry you had to see this...”

[ainsley-morse]

“Just… one of the first year Charms students. They left their notes in Charms Club this afternoon and I just wanted to get them back to him…” she replied, eyes wandering the hall in one last ditch attempt at finding the boy. Rolling her eyes she sighed, adjusting the strap of her canvas bag as it clung to her shoulder, “though it seems I won’t be successful in doing that today.” Smiling at his confession, Ainsley gave a short laugh before asking “Est français mieux pour vous? Why are you out here handing flowers to any pretty person that passes, anyway?”

[hamishlandon-blog]

“I reckon leaving them where you found them. Chances are the kid’s going to head back down there to search for it. It’s better than searching amongst a sea of heads,” Hamish’s smile faltered, in awe of the amount of french that came out of Ainsley’s mouth. “I... don’t speak french. But wow, you sounded beautiful,” He complimented, adding a chuckle in embarrassment. “Well, you don’t really need a reason to give out flowers, you know. But to answer your question- it’s just a hobby of mine, and I’ve got a pocketful too anyway,”

[hschuyler-blog]

Hero smiled at his sweet little bow, always happy when someone chose to follow along with her games. At the suggestion of a whole bouquet, her face lit up, even if it was all made in jest. It did conjure up memories of the bouquet that wilted away in two days, record time if she did say so herself. And she did say so, though it did not impress the green thumbs of Hogwarts. “You know, Professor Longbottom applauded when he heard how quickly those flowers turned to dust. Inside he was crying, but I think he was still the tiniest bit impressed.” But at the way he pretended to look hurt by the short-lived flowers, Hero bowed her head in faux-shame, marked with a touch of sincerity. “I never want to be the reason your heart hurts, dear Hamish.”

The corridor was more sparse now, leaving Hero room to breathe and room to ponder Hamish’s question. She had been hurrying to the tower for a nap, but at the suggestion of a plan, even one not invented yet, Hero perked up, fatigue vanishing. “I had no grand plan, but that doesn’t mean we can’t go in look of trouble. How about you show me some of the most dangerous plants the greenhouse has to offer? I promise my presence won’t strike them dead. I’m not that powerful.”

[hamishlandon-blog]

“Professor Longbottom’s heart probably died with it too. He was just too polite to tell you that,” Hamish joked. “But I think I should give you another chance, Schuyler. Fancy another bouquet? I promise you they won’t be lilies this time. Something easier to take care of. Or would you fancy a cactus? They’re much easier to take care of, I promise you,” He narrowed his eyes, cheeky smile in place. “I hope we shall never be in those circumstances. I can’t continue life with a broken heart,”

Hamish blinked, slightly taken aback at the sound of such a plan. Dangerous plants and Hero were two subjects Hamish does not wish to meddle with at the same time. He wasn’t quite sure what kind of trouble will the dark-haired girl stir, especially in a greenhouse housing some of the most fragile albeit dangerous plants. “Okay, but... but you’ve got to promise me you’re not going to do anything funny. And don’t touch the plants, especially the Venomous Tentacula. Promise?” He held out his little finger expectantly.

[theo-the-third]

He can’t help laughing and nodding. “It’s not an ugly name! Just…” He waves a bit, the usual hand motions that translate his anxiety. “…I’ve only met old people with that name.” It’s a joke, it’s a simple funny conversation and yet he worries he might offend the guy. even if Hamish was pleasant and perfectly nice and hadn’t said or done absolutely nothing wrong so far, it was that nervousness thrumming under his skin thatt he just couldn’t shake off, not mattering how perfectly alright the other part of his conversation was. On his end, Hamish seemed perfectly at ease, to what Theo envied him just a little, the same way he envied Nic for being so self-assured. 

“O-h no! You said nothing wrong I–” But truly, the Gryffindor boy was right and yet the apologies spilled off his lips. “…I’m sorry.” Still he lets out a nervous laugh. “if only this were a competition, we’d be the finalists.” The joke is shit but Theo is trying so hard not to make a really big idiot out of himself. Again he blushes when Hamish falls back into his confident-self, with that easy smile. Oh dear, Theo was such an easy creature to please and mess with. He bites his thumb nail, the current corners of it already raw and exhales deeply. “…I know, I don’t look like I exercise a lot, I’m not offended.” He jokes at his own expense, which is easier to do. “Y-you’d never be a bother!” Theo’s almost too hurried response makes him shrink on his place, mentally scolding himself. “I usually read outside, hm. I-if you want me to keep you company? I mean,” deep breaths, don’t give yourself a conniption. “If you’d like me to.”

[hamishlandon-blog]

“You’re too nice, Theo,” Hamish offered a generous smile, hoping that it’ll calm the poor Hufflepuff boy down. He could only snort- those names were definitely very English, very well suited for old people. “I concur- my neighbour’s a Harry. A very old gentleman. Still calls himself a ‘boffin’,” At the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wander what seemed to bother the boy’s mind. What happened to him, what was the cause behind his demeanor? Hamish knew it would be awfully rude to probe into the subject, but his curiosity just would not simmer down. “Am I... making you nervous?”

He smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed. Usually, Hamish would be in charge of creating conversations with acquaintances and even strangers, but now he seemed to be at a loss of words, what with the influx of apologies exchanged between them. “Off to a great start, aren’t we?” He frowned. “Oh no worries, I don’t exercise either. I’m just blessed with fast metabolism,” Hamish quickly replaced the frown with a smile of his own. “Oh, please do. I’m just going to collect some wildflowers and press them in between my book. Have them dried and pressed, you know?” Hamish gestured with an open arm. “Shall we?”

[hamishlandon-blog]

Hurt | Hamish + Astoria

A bleeding nose. A sharp pain just below his chest. A dull throb in his skull- those were all the sensations Hamish could feel as he barely made it to his dormitory. He barely escaped the wrath of the three bullies who managed to trespass into his nursery and threw as many punches and kicks as they could manage.

Hamish felt suffocated- too much air in his chest, nose clogged with blood, and the pain was too much to take. Grabbing a piece of cloth from his roommate James’ bed, he pressed it to his bleeding nose, tilting his head up. The disgusting, metallic taste of blood filled his tongue and later his throat, and Hamish choked, coughing up blood as he did so.

“Fuck,” He muttered under his breath, taking his time to let the anger simmer down. It has been so damn long since he was beaten around, and he’s had it. At the back of his head, Hamish wanted to grab his wand and hex them with the most powerful spells he has ever learned- Avada Kedavra, if he could. But he knew he couldn’t do that- he was supposed to be the good boy-next-door. He was supposed to live the life his parents wanted him to. He was supposed to be nice. 

Hamish huddled towards the stash of medicine, poultice and herbs stowed just next to his heavy trunk, bloody fingers rummaging through its contents. Securing some comfrey poultice from a clear glass bottle, he slowly but painfully unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, wincing at the deep blue and purple bruises decorating the left side of his abdomen. Hamish carefully placed the substance, groaning in pain as he sat on his bed, breathes coming in short and haggard.

He was definitely alarmed when he heard the thundering of footsteps coming up the stairs, and his heartbeats quickened as those footsteps seemed to be in his direction. No one could see him in this state- not even his roommate James. Cursing under his breath as his wand seemed to be out of an arm’s reach, it was a matter of time until the door swung open, and it was none other than Astoria standing before him- him in his sorry state, to be more precise.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

[florafraser-blog]

“Okay, but like why?” Flora asked, expression filled with barely concealed revulsion. She had always maintained that everyone was responsible for their own happiness, their own wellbeing, and people who went out of their way to make the lives of others better just…didn’t compute with her. No one was that selfless, and everyone wanted something. “You should tell me what you want,” Flora said, nodding definitively as she spoke. “I need to assess whether there’s been major head trauma or you’re just an alien, so. I won’t avoid you – I’ll just judge you very openly and pick apart your beliefs until one of us gets annoyed and leaves. But also, if I do figure out that you’re an alien, I might avoid you anyways. Just saying.” She gave a matter-of-fact sort of shrug, looking up at the other expectantly. 

[hamishlandon-blog]

“I guess there are some people who enjoy seeing other people happy. Myself included,” Hamish smiled earnestly in return. “But why should I tell you what I want? In your head, you’re already rejecting the idea of me even before I could tell you. I appreciate being an open book to everyone else, but for you... I guess I have to make an exception, love. Go figure me out if you’re still interested,” Hamish wanted to test her- for a girl named Flora but with such a character, he couldn’t help but be at least interested in who she really was. He frowned in return. “Why do people see aliens in such a negative light? Everyone in Star Wars are basically aliens, but people still love them the same. But don’t worry, I’m just a plain young boy, from Cambridge,”

[halfbreed-hawkins-blog]

Penny simply rolled her eyes, it didn’t even sound good. Honestly. But then again there was no accounting for taste with some of these people. “That mental image is simulatnously hilarous and horrendous. Though bacon sounds good too, I think I might want some of that when we get to the kitchen as well. Honestly, I’m just starving.” the amount of food that Penny could consume was actually pretty funny, generally copious amounts that was on par with some of the Quidditch players. “No! Coffee is actually my lifeblood, if I stopped dirnking it I’m pretty sure I’d turn into ash and blow around the corridors haunting everyone for the rest of eternity.” she flinched back lightly at the forehead push, roling her eyes at the young man. “Oh I am fine, I’ll be better with more caffine in my system though.” she was grinned and reached up to lightly she adjust the flower so it wouldn’t fall and gratefully took Hamish’s arm. 

“Work. School work, I’m already a bit behind, however I don’t have anythng major planned in terms of the campagin just yet.”

[hamishlandon-blog]

“Imagine me chubby and bacon obsessed, chanting ‘Hammy wants ham’ every five seconds,” Hamish didn’t exactly helped with the mental image, but he couldn’t help but giggle to himself as well. “But I concur- bacon is always good, no matter what time of the day. We should get a generous serving for ourselves while we’re at it,” Hamish rolled his eyes as hard as he could. “I can practically smell your exaggeration from all the way up here, you tiny person. You’re just like my dad- in fact, I feel coffee addicts amp it up a notch with their exaggeration. It’s honestly not that bad,” 

“Ah, always with the schoolwork, Penny Hawkins. I’m not sure if you’re great at procrastination or I’m missing out an entire foot long list of essays to write, because it always seems like I have none to do, and you tonnes to do,” Hamish patted her on the head, a proud smile on his face. “Keep the campaigns coming, Hawkins. If you ever need flowers for your campaigns, you know where to go. Campaigns always seem better when flowers are around,”

[drxgonkiing-blog]

     Nico nodded, evidently keenly interested in keeping the flower alive even if it seemed like an inevitably that it’d shrivel before he’d even gotten back to the common room. His smile bloomed again as Hamish revealed there were a few more tucked away, the lion was something of a flower child—could be counted on to have flowers tucked into sleeves and pockets like Nic depended on his fists. ❝Shit, man that’d be fucking awesome can you imagine? I wanna learn a spell that gives me endless supply of haribo y’know, that shit would be useful.❞ There mere idea of starmix on demand has him exultant.

❝Could you though? I gotta free later after herbology if you’ve got one?❞ He was oddly keen on learning even if any lessons led by Hamish would only lead to frustration. Not because he wasn’t fond of the flower child, not because he didn’t want to learn, but because inevitably he wouldn’t master it in an hour—he never did. Nic did hate how for him, everything was an uphill battle, but he’d long given up eyeing others in a fit of jealousy. It wasn’t worth it. ❝You think Longbottom is gonna let us go at one of ‘em big spiky things, y’now ones in the far corner of the greenhouse.❞ A Venomous Tentacula. 

[hamishlandon-blog]

“Haribo? The gummy bears, you mean? Not sure if you essentially need that spell though- I mean, gummy bears are again as long lasting as they can be... but I agree. Endless supplies of anything edible sounds like a really great plan,” Hamish was instantly reminded of the late-afternoon hunger, an awkward hour of the day between lunch and dinner, and his stomach was beginning to show signals of slight hunger.

“I’m always free, mate,” Hamish offered a smile. “After classes at 4, I’m usually at the nursery. Come by and pay me a visit while you’re at it,” It was true though- Hamish always welcomed visitors and those who needed some extra hands in Herbology to his nursery, always tending to their needs as much as he can. He pulled a look of distaste at the mention of the infamous plant... or creature, he wasn’t even sure already. “I wouldn’t get near it if I were you- the thing’s got a bit of an attitude. Likes to chomp on wandering fingers for fun,”

[astoriadahl-blog]

“Mm, you might be right. But if I don’t work hard, I won’t get to where I want in life.” Hamish, however, did not know all of what she enjoyed doing in her spare time. She wrote her articles as a hobby, but that was kind of her work too. But she also danced, and only a handful of people knew. “How do you suggest I get a breather, hmm?” She wasn’t one who enjoyed just sitting around, she preferred to keep busy. However now, she was just a tiny bit too busy. “I wouldn’t chase you away, I’m not that mean. You just keep working on that charm, Landon, one day you’ll charm the socks off someone.” She grinned, shaking her head at his wink.

“I am absolutely not a damsel in distress, I can take care of myself.” She wouldn’t say no to having some company though, it would be nice to take a walk out in nature with a friend. Astoria straightened the strap of her bag, a tired smile on her face as Hamish walked backward in front of her, constantly wearing his goofy smile. “Is that what you want to hear, Hamish? That I want you around?” It wasn’t the least bit surprising that he suggest picking flowers though, and she pulled her shoulders up in a shrug. “Sure, I like bouquets… I haven’t really gotten any bouquets before though, so what do I know?”

[hamishlandon-blog]

“But life is not all about hard work too, young lady,” Hamish stroked his chin in thought. “Now what was that muggle saying again? ‘Too much work makes Tori a dull girl’? Geez, I wouldn’t want to be a dull girl if I were you,” He cheekily added, scratching the back of his head. “How, you asked? For starters, try spending a whole Sunday in bed. Do nothing, just sit in bed and sleep or read. But you can’t read textbooks though- that’s cheating,” Hamish snorted out loud before continuing. “Oh just you wait- one day, this charming boy will charm the living hell of a special someone and that special someone will fall in love with me every single day, because I’m just that charming,” At the back of his head, he knew it will be more than just charms- that person will be spoiled with many things; flowers, food and displays of affection to name a few.

“But there’s absolutely wrong in being a damsel in distress too, you know. I can only imagine how fun it is. Imagine me, a damsel in distress. I’ll probably get a lifetime supply of helpers,” He shrugged his shoulders in thought. “And yes, that is exactly what I want to hear. I have to admit, it does make me feel wanted. Makes me feel a little bit rosy inside,” Hamish looked at her in disbelief. “Dear Merlin, you’ve not received a bouquet before? You, out of all the people I know, deserve a bouquet- no, bouquets every single day,” He reached out for her hand and pulled her with him, steps quickening. “I know you’re tired, but we’ve got to make you a decent bouquet. If we’re lucky, we’ll get to find camellias. That’s the flower that reminds me of you, by the way,” 

[theo-the-third]

He feels almost giddy, talking to Hamish – even if he’s still his usual nervous self, tripping over words and overthinking everything, it’s always nice talking to someone who doesn’t seem to mind him at all. Theodore didn’t have all that many friends mostly because everyone expected more from him than he could ever offer and it was hard to meet up expectations. But right now, the initiative had come from the Gryffindor boy so he felt a little more at ease, even if not all that much. “I—I suppose your parents didn’t make that an easy one for you.” He’s trying, he really is, really hard to not stutter like a clod, to stop blushing and stop fidgeting. All those things had been addressed a million times by Professor Raleigh in his Career Counseling meetings and yet, there he was, biting off the corners of his thumb nail as usual.

Of course, when Hamish’s apologies come right away Theo’s blush goes from soft to a burning face and he mentally kicks himself. Of course, embarrassing someone else was the thing he’d do, because he’s a damn idiot, that’s right. “A-ah, n-no! I mean—“ He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to sound like a person and not a parrot that got a hold of a four-year-old’s vocab. “I don’t know if I always had them but its been years I sleep bad so they never go away? I don’t know if it’s a biological thing, I’m sorry—I’m so sorry—“ Merlin, stop apologizing, he didn’t ask for your life story. Even with the mental remarks he can’t, the nervousness making his heart almost skip a beat. Still, he nods at Hamish’s offer. “It— It’d be a pleasure.” English, Theodore, English.

[hamishlandon-blog]

“Oh, of course not. I was essentially angry at my parents for naming me Hamish for... what- the first ten years of my life? Everyone were Benjamins or Harrys or Nicholas- and I’m Hammy- short for Hamish, obviously,” Hamish could see it in his eyes- the way his anxiety spoke in volumes, the way he seemed to stutter every now and then, the way his words seemed guarded almost all the time... he wondered just what really happened to the very boy standing right in front of him that his own niceties made Theo anxious. Deep down, Hamish couldn’t help but feel bad. He probably had insecurities, just like Hamish himself, but over the years, he’s a master at disguising them.

Hamish realised that the more he spoke, the worse it gets- it definitely wasn’t genetic, it’s amnesia you dumb arse- “oh- I... I didn’t know. I’m sorry, again-” For the first time, he let out a nervous laugh. “If we don’t watch out, this whole conversation will be filled with us saying apologies back and forth,” He shuffled his hands into his pockets, an easy smile making its way back onto his face. “Say, what do you usually do when you sit outdoors? Do you draw... read... exercise by any chance? Because I’m out to get something to decorate my pots, and I really don’t want to be a bothersome to you too,”

[ainsley-morse]

She had been stood, searching the corridors for a certain third year Charms student in particular, stood by the wall with arms folded. Although she was hoping it would have helped, Ainsley’s height advantage was not playing to her benefit; too many students tumbled through after their lessons and were eager to get back to where they had to be to relax.

Much to her surprise, a flower suddenly popped into view, along with brown haired boy that was Hamish. Frowning, Ainsley simply said, “No,” while continuing to search the hallway with her eyes. “More of a confused, somewhat slightly bewildered look has graced my visage instead,” she commented. She didn’t really have time for this, but began to realise her initial search was coming up fruitless.

[hamishlandon-blog]

Ainsley Morse is a tall girl- generally, lots of girls around his age can be considered tall, but Ainsley Morse wis definitely tall. Hamish cannot deny the tiny pang in the pit of his heart, when his flower offering wasn’t received the way he wanted it to, but he was more curious in Ainsley’s searching eyes.

“What are we looking for, exactly?” Lucky for her, his height was a slight few inches above hers, and his peripheral vision was definitely at par. “And you remind me that I need to brush up on my vocabulary- I only see the words you said out loud in the History of Magic textbook, by the way,”

[hschuyler-blog]

Hero rushed out of Charms as quickly as her legs could carry her, an easy feat for a girl who always sat in the back with one eye always on the door. Once she was out of the classroom and away from Professor Taronin’s watchful eye, she breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down her pace. She hoped to make it back to the dorms before her other roommates trickled in, fit a nap in before all the noise.

She did not count on Hamish stopping her in the corridor, but his smiling face was always a pleasant sight. She smiled down at the daisy twirling in his hands and happily plucked it from his hand, sniffing it once before tucking it behind her ear. “You just made my day, dear gentlemen.” Hero bowed her head and gave Hamish an exaggerated curtsy. “Now tell me, do you carry a whole bouquet in your pockets for all the girls or am I just special?”

[hamishlandon-blog]

Hamish spotted a relieved face amongst the crowd- it was none other than his favourite seventh year, Hero. She was probably one of the few people who can keep up with his energy- her bring a ball of energy herself. “Why, I aim to please, milady,” Hamish placed a hand across his chest and politely bowed to match. “Hmm? Ah, well, I did have intentions to gift you a whole bouquet because you simply are that special to me, but then I remembered what happened with the last bouquet of lilies I sent your way,” He was definitely kidding, but it was always fun throwing banter back and forth with his fellow Gryffindor housemate. “You can’t keep even keep a bunch of flowers alive, Merlin knows what you’re going to do with my poor heart,” He pressed a large palm against his chest while pulling a mock disheartened expression.

“But jokes aside, what are you up to, Schuyler? Is it a plan where I can get involved with?”