[ i pray for myself ]

haytham fitzgerald 6th year ravenclaw pureblood / neutral adopted brother of caleb perthshire, from hackney. "Even then, he doesn’t forget the ghosts in his lungs or the skeletons in his closet. he doesn’t forget when he wakes up screaming and he never forgets as he falls to his bloody knees finished to the bone.""

[geneticswizz-blog]

“Coffee, then. Or a sports drink. There are plenty of options, Fitz. The magic of a tea party comes from the table setting for the most part.” Unlike his mate, Malachi was displaying a boundless energy as usual, arms flapping at his sides. “Well, you know, I just want to look around, see if there’s anything of interest. To…any of the things I’m doing.” It was a rough excuse for his want to find Fitz a new hobby or passion, in truth. But he figured Fitz woudn’t take too well to the idea. Only because he would close himself off to it before trying. 

[haythamfitz-blog]

“You wanna go, don’t you?” And, really, all it’d take would be one overexcited ‘Yes!’ from Malachi for Fitz to make an appearance at Lucy Weasley’s tea party, no matter how pretentious it sounded. “Alright,” Fitz said, shooting Malachi a telling glance. “Actually, um...” He rubbed the back of his neck, “I got paid the other day, and... uh, I don’t know, I kinda wanna get something for the Perthshire’s, but I got no fucking idea what to get ‘em, so...” It was a gesture he’d had in mind the day he decided he’d stay, but he just hadn’t been able to bring himself to follow through. 

[thebetterhughes-blog]

Pris knocked back the remainder of her glass, only to pour another. She wiped her mouth with an accepted tissue. ( She didn’t look happy about it. ) “Oh, please. Are you another Potter?” 

[haythamfitz-blog]

“Yeah,” Fitz couldn’t have sounded more sarcastic, with a small scoff and furrowed brows; even he knew who the Potters were, and he had no care for them. “Harry Jr. pleasure.”

[thebetterhughes-blog]

“I did, didn’t I? Fuck,” she wiped at her face with the back of her hand. 

[haythamfitz-blog]

With furrowed brows, Fitz glanced at the box of tissues in front of them, debating whether or not to hand one to her. “Or, you know...” He plucked a tissue out of the box, offering it to her as he took a large gulp of his drink. “Would prefer if you didn’t use my face as a helipad for your fist.”

[geneticswizz-blog]

“Have you ever been to a tea party, Fitz? How do you know they aren’t fun?” Starting to walk alongside his friend, Malachi insisted, “Nonsense! I’ll go with you for whatever errands you have to do first. The shops aren’t going anywhere. I mean, me and you are like a genome pair! We come as a packaged deal and can’t separate. Because that would just be biologically impossible.”

[haythamfitz-blog]

“Because I don’t like tea, Mal.” Fitz, as per usual, was blunt in his speech, almost lethargic in his movements as he walked along with Malachi. “Shops close early, so I... guess we’ll go to them first for whatever experiment you’re working on.” His errands were none of the sort of which Malachi couldn’t tag along with, so Fitz decided to distract him intsead. “What is it, again?”

[geneticswizz-blog]

“Oh. So that’s your worry. I thought the bows looked nice, that’s all, so there’s no need to worry about us going to one of Lucy Weasley’s tea parties or anything like that. Though that could be fun! The outfit is for an experiment. We’re going to Hogsmeade, if you must know. We’re going to stop by the shops so put a smile on your face and get ready for a good time.”

[haythamfitz-blog]

“No, that would not be fun. Okay, we’re going to Hogsmeade. You can stop by the shops. I have a few things I need to take care of.”

[fleurrowle-blog]

Crossing her arms over her chest, Fleur inspected a sight in front of her that she had seen many times before – was Fitz leaving? Running away? “I checked – trust me,” she replied back with a half smile, shaking her head. “You don’t get to ask that.”

[haythamfitz-blog]

“Okay,” Fitz shrugged lazily, unsure as to what she meant. He thought it was pretty obvious why he was up. “Are you going to the... thing this weekend?”

[haythamfitz-blog]

“I am not drunk enough for you to be sitting next to me right now.” 

“You sure? You just dribbled...”

[fleurrowle-blog]

“Everyday, every single day, I question why I was sorted into Hufflepuff.” Fleur mused to herself, with an air of arrogance. “I really should’ve been in Ravenclaw.”

[haythamfitz-blog]

Fitz stopped in his footfalls, peeping over his shoulder at the voice that suddenly piped up. Fleur Rowle. What on Earth was she doing up at this hour? “Maybe Ravenclaw was full,” he replied dryly, turning round to face her. "What're you doing up?"

[geneticswizz-blog]

“Pish posh! Of course you are. There’s nothing wrong with males wearing skirts, Fitz. In fact, in some societies, it’s common! Besides, if I didn’t take you with me, you’d go off hiding like you always do and we can’t have that, now can we?”

[haythamfitz-blog]

“Yeah, mate, we’re in Scotland. I can tell. It’s the wig, and the bow, and the other bow... You look like a mug; makes me question where you’re taking me.”

[geneticswizz-blog]

“What, don’t look at me like that. This is all in the name of science. Come on now, stop diddle dallying. Allons-y!”

[haythamfitz-blog]

“I'm not going anywhere with you dressed like that.”

[atwoods]