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When the Harrmione on the dash brings you joy 💛
"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."
— I have become rather fearful I suppose (via @dollpoetry)
feel like i barely exist at all
Hugo: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-
Lorcan: *blushes* What are your thoughts?
Hugo: The fourth sentence-
Lorcan: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-
Hugo: It’s “you’re” not “your”.
in the mood to take all my pills and never wake up
@hxgoweasley liked for a one starter in a random verse
"I brought you the snitch from my last game- you've been good, haven't you?"
Hugo's expression turned as warm as the sun as he looked up at his Da' . His sweet , hazel - brown eyes sparkled with DELIGHT as the thought that he would actually have the pleasure of seeing a snitch up close ! Yes , of course , he knew what one { { l o o k e d } } like from all of his books , but there was something about actually getting to see one in a calmed state that was more exciting than a proton attaching to an electron !
❝ Y-Yeah ? I-I mean , yes ! Y-Yes , I-I have . A-Are you sure i-it's for m-me , and not f-for Cousin Fred , o-or umm C-Cousin Teddy ?? ❞
"That's right. Magic is a tool, like... you know that knife your mum uses to cut up food? That's a tool. Anyone in the house can use it, but if you don't know how to use it, or you want to use it for the wrong reasons, it can hurt you or someone else- right?"
Hugo was a small kid- but Harry wasn't sure he was ready to deal with the day when he wasnt a small kid anymore, every passing day he felt a little bit older (and a little more grateful to be here).
"It runs in the family." Harry quipped when Hugo said he didn't know how to relax, and the defense teacher couldn't help but laugh. Merlin this boy was so much like his mother.
"I would love to help." Harry beamed before kneeling down, "Is everything okay Hugo? I mean, y'know?" he cleared his throat before giving the young boy a wicked grin. "Let's just say I helped him out of a spot or two when I was younger, huh?"
Hugo listened to his uncle very thorough , making sure to { { d i s e c t } } his words so that he understood them correctly . He did have to admit , his mum was always a wiz { { pun intended } } around the kitchen .
❝ M-Mum only lets c-certain people use t-the tool . ❞ He shrugged , before looking up at his Papa . ❝ A-Anyway , I-I think I'm o-old enough to u-use the tools a-around home . W-With you and mum t-to help , o-of course . ❞
Though , in Hugo's eyes he was old enough to do { { a l o t } } of things . He was top of his class in school , and far brighter than any light in the sky . Surely , by now , he could at least practice using magic at home ? Right ? After all , his parents were . . . sort of { { l e g e n d s } } when it came to that sort of thing .
Then again , he didn't want to get into too much trouble -- but being a { { l i t t l e } } troublemaker did sound like fun .
Hazel - brown eyes followed his Papa as he knelt down to his level . It was cool that he had helped Santa when he was younger ! He really was as cool as all the stories had said . Not that he had any doubt about that , but it was always fun to see it in reality .
Little fingers { { f i d d l e d } } together as he looked down . He knew what his Papa meant . He also knew that he could tell him the truth , but would he ? So , instead , he'd pick a new topic not to bring down the mood of their holiday decorating .
❝ I -- ❞ He started , glancing down at his shoes for a moment then looking up , ❝ Y-Yeah ! Y-Yeah , I'm o-okay . I d-didn't get cut f-from the ornament . ❞
maybe ill never be okay again. ill never be repaired and restored to my full self. maybe ill live with that until the day i die.
I'm ashamed of my own pain
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"Magic is wonderful. But it's not the magic that's important. It's the people who wield it." When had he become such an old person? It felt like just yesterday he was getting a dozen letters to go to Hogwarts for his first year.
How time flew.
"So relax, okay?" Harry grinned, ruffling his nephew's hair before standing up, "Do you want to help me hang it up?" he asked curiously, "And don't you worry. I'll put in a good word with Santa. He owes me a favor." he teased.
Hugo's hazel brown eyes looked from the newly repaired ornament to his Uncle , listening to every word . His Da' was right , Uncle Harry really was wise beyond his years .
❝ Th-That's true ! B-Because you can't have m-magic without people . ❞
Well , it [ [ c o u l d ] ] and it did , but it was up to people whether it was used for good or evil .
❝ I-I don't really know h-how to relax , b-but I promise to try ! ❞
The youngest Weasley smiled while he watched Harry stand back up to his full height , reminding Hugo that he was , in fact , small . This never bothered him -- [ [ m u c h ] ] -- but some days it still tugged at him . Despite this , a little giggle bubbled from inside his throat as his curly hair was ruffled . ❝ If you w-wanna help I'd like that . ❞
As he began to walk around the tree , looking for the perfect place to hang up his little ornament , Hugo couldn't help the little scrunch that appeared on his face at his Uncle's mention of Santa . Now [ [ t h a t ] ] drew his interest , but he couldn't stop walking . He had to find the perfect spot .
❝ Wh-What does Santa o-owe you a favour for ? ❞
""Oh shoot ! I broken an ornament . " from @hxgoweasley
"Oh that's alright." Harry smiled at the young man and slowly walked over, pulling out his wand and kneeling down. "Hm, I think it might have already been cracked."
It was the little moments like this that he had truly come to love. "Reparo." he muttered, watching as the ornament fixed itself. "Little bit of magic and its like new." he said with a grin.
Hugo was a little nervous about the ornament . He'd never in his LIFE broken an ornament , not one of his own or another family member's . He had a track record of being on the nice list for Santa and all of that was [ [ r u i n e d ] ] because he had just broken an ornament so close to Christmas .
❝ A-Are you sure ? I-I can get you n-new ones , I p-promise. ❞
Yet , his Uncle didn't seem to let the little incident ruin the event . Curiously , Hugo's hazel brown eyes followed Harry's motions . Hugo knew that magic was possible , but he wasn't old enough to use it outside of school . As the ornament came back into one piece , Hugo's worried expression shifted into a smile .
❝ M-Magic really is m-magical , huh ?? ❞
Hello ! Did I log on here after getting one {1} HP follower on a different blog and get excited that this fandom might actually be alive again ?? Absolutely !! Hi ! My name is Taea and I own {too many} blogs , including this one ! It's lovely to meet you ! I've been on this lil blog since . . . Oh gosh , forever ? 2010 ? Either way , it's delightful to meet you ! <3
It’s so nice to be back here! I missed my little marshmallow 🥰
Wanna know what secretly, not so secretly, makes me giddy? When muse for a muse you have comes back fro the first time in years and now you’re revamping that blog and doing the writing thing on it! Anyway, I’ll be on for a little bit jumping between Hugo, @thecursedson, and @themoonxthestar if you need me or just wanna say hi! ^-^
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“That’s a lot of effort. The hall is so far,” she groaned. “Hugo, don’t you have any snacks?” She started patting at his pockets, trying to pilfer any snacks he might have stashed in his robes. “Puffles always have snacks, don’t you?”
Like a small child, Hugo giggled as he was pat down like a teddy bear in the hands of a little girl. He turned to and fro so that she could get all of his pockets with his arms floating out in the air. “I-I don’t have m-many. J-Just a little bag of i-imported g-granola Sebastian got m-me.” He rummaged through the pocket of his jeans only to hold up a bag to her in the palms of his hands. “I-I do not m-mind sharing.”
c l a r y:
“Hugo…” Clary squeezed her eyes shut and patted his cheek. “You’re sweet, but, I need something stronger. Like death.” She let her head fall to his arm and groaned. “Firewhiskey… big mistake.”
Okay so, not the reaction that Hug was expecting, but it was a reaction nonetheless. He accepted it and smiled up at the girl who had very similar facial features to her brother, whom he held dear. When her head fell onto his arm Hugo simply hugged her, letting his small arms wrap around as far as they could reach. “I-I don’t think d-death is a g-good option. . . M-Maybe start with b-breakfast and see h-how you f-feel?”