Ryder Klausen

[klausenryder-blog]

Sometimes he thinks he would rather die. Ryder stares at the lesson in the textbook clearing his throat. He would rather feel the dementor’s kiss of death than to look at his patronus as it falls from the tip of his wand. He wishes there was a space to crawl into where he could practice it. Slowly develop a normal reaction for when his burden is cast.  Alas, with lock down there isn’t. The thought of seeing the corporeal St. Bernard sends his anxiety into overdrive. Maybe he doesn’t have to look. There’s enough people around, surely if he messes it up someone will tell him something. One deep breath in his hand trembles against his wand as he flicks his wrist. “Expecto Patronum”

Promptly he clamps his eyes shut unable to look. He whispers to another Gryffindor beside him. “Mate is it still there?” Of course it was. The harmless dog of light wags its tail unbeknownst of Ryder’s phobia. He flicks his wrist again hoping he got rid of it. However, he cautiously opens one eye to find it still standing there blissfully oblivious. Ryder gulps down a shriek, and freezes paralyzed with fear.  And that’s where he waits until the light dispels and he can relax again. Content with the knowledge, there isn’t a canine around him. 

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soledad-archer:

With a messed up ankle Sol couldn’t be off practicing on the pitch so she figured she could at least focus on class. As much as she hated the thought of amortentia she wasn’t about to do poorly on it. Instead she would practice it on her own time to ensure a good score. At least after this section she wouldn’t have to deal with the potion again.

“Oh hi, sorry I didn’t realize anyone was in here. I can just practice later.” Sol was used to practicing her potions alone because it was easier to pretend she was just naturally good at it in class if no one saw the work she put in. “But are you alright? You’re looking a little pale. Well, more than usual I guess.”

Ryder’s head tilts as his eyes widen into amorous flying saucers of adoration. Unable to dissolve the grin across his lips, he gasps slightly after she spoke. She noticed him? She actually noticed him? Ryder is paralyzed in his spot, turning his head behind him. Moving his hand upwards to point at himself. “M-me?” His voice squeaks like an adolescent as he clears his throat trying to get his normal vocals back.  Palms start to cold sweat as he feels the flutter of his heat, and the turn of butterflies in his stomach. “I..I can’t believe you’re talking to me.” He giggled awkwardly like a elementary student, smoothing his hands over thigh.

“You..oh you can practice here. Yes. I’ll make room.” His way of making room was counterproductive in the way his arm swings the objects off the desk beside him. A small relieved sigh left his lips, but that quickly turns into furrowed brows of concern. “Pale? D..do you want me to—should I get a tan?” There’s a point he holds his breath for her answer, or until he starts to cough slightly. Turning his head to not cough on her, before turning his obsessed heart eyes back on her.

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sturdybackbone:

Ah, count on Ryder Klausen to be needlessly aggressive when you want him to be. Ryder ‘I’m only angry because I hate you’ Klausen is a fascinating specimen, all wrapped in layers of insecurities, denial, and sharp prickliness that might even make Artur pause and stare with something like admiration in his gaze.  Artur always wondered how hard he’d have to push, to make this moderately liked person, but with anger coiled low in his gut, into someone who could be on par with Artur. Would he have to push and push and push and crack every single bit of decency and morality that the boy has in half, to make him sharp and forever-angry and sadistic? Or would, or would, or would a breath be all that it takes? Artur has sometimes mused on this question, but, sadly, hasn’t really had a chance to explore the possibilities as much as he’d like. 

Ryder shoves Artur’s legs away. Artur barely even reacts—Bringing them back up onto Ryder’s lap, for the sheer petty thrill of it. “Ah, ah, ah. Watch that Gryffindor temper, dear. It’s a horrible trait. How on earth are you supposed to make friends if you’re so quick to ire?” Artur then peers at his nails—Clean, if a bit untrimmed—And continues to look like the very image of sprawled smugness. And then Artur’s brow raises, and his grin goes a bit wobbly. “I beg of you, please reconsider that statement. Are you trying to imply that me fucking myself, in my room, I presume, would give Teo a break? How is my sexual gratification meant to give my toad any ease? I’m simply bewildered. Confused. And I’ve the slightest suspicion that was a Freudian slip. Been thinking of me fucking myself often, Klausen?” Artur knows that what he’s alleging isn’t what Ryder meant, and it can be seen in the edges of his grin. But oh, he would have been a fool to miss this opportunity. 

There’s a knot in his stomach that twists grotesquely. A slight twitch of his brow as he clears his throat. Ryder had been comfortable in his spot on this bench before Artur seemed fixated on ruining it. The other boy’s voice reminded him of rotted melon. The feigned sweet tone a vicious lie crawling with nefarious intent. Ryder grits his teeth as he shoves Artur’s legs off of him again. He is determined to not be the one to leave this bench. More determined than he probably should be. He folds his arms across his midsection and glares as Artur starts to speak again.

“I do have friends. You’re just not one of them.” He states trying to mind his temper, but the words themselves drip with aggression. His next set of words actually make Ryder turn his head and retch into the air.  His hand moves to his side as his body relaxes, and his fingers curl around the tip of his wand. It would be easy to blow Artur away. The thought lingers there as he tries desperately to get rid of the image of his terrorist self fucking himself. “You’re repulsive. I’d rather think of..” No. He shouldn’t egg this jerk off on. “Anything else. Besides you and whatever relations you have with your toad. I don’t care about your Freudian fantasies with your toad.  You disgusting bloke.”

Ryder could just cast Silencio on Artur and walk away.   But would he be any better than Artur himself if he reacted? A deep breath is taken and unleashed via an agitated huff. His hands moving to rub his face, but his lips remained curled at the corner in a disgusted sneer. The grip on his wand tightening to the point his knuckles blanched in contrast against the wood.

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harrietpinnock:

“Give it.” She held out her hand without looking up from her book, though a smirk stretched slightly across her face as she did so. A moment where she waved around blindly trying to find the cup before she finally found it and took it, bringing it to her lips and taking a sip. “Ugh, dude, there’s like no sugar in this at all, what the hell?” Not that she had ever specified that she liked sugar in her coffee, but still. If anything, Ryder should have guessed. Sure, she was bitter and hateful, but that didn’t mean her coffee had to be. “So what’s up?”

He purposefully messes with her shifting his position as she reaches. To the point she is only a sliver away from grasping the cup. Ryder obviously wasn’t used to doing things on his own – and this time wouldn’t be any different. He smirks playfully down to her as she finally grabs onto it. That little upturn to the corner of his lips falls almost immediately. “You didn’t say you wanted sugar. I just assumed you liked the coffee the same as your general mentality, Hare.” A chuckle leaves his lips as he plops down on the lawn beside her. “Trying to dodge blimey  Kalinkalovsky. What about you?”

[klausenryder-blog]

The Potions classroom except for Ryder and his possessions. His messenger bag slung over the chair next to him, and the butter beer in front of him. He was working on perfecting the project for the day – Amortentia. He had a sample beside his drink, as he kept picking the ingredients around him placing them inside the beaker. Occasionally taking a drink from his beer and leaned forward to inspect his brew of the potion. A smile spreading across his lips. Did the person that brew the other mixture knew they left it in the classroom?

Ryder canted his head to the side and reached for his beer. He didn’t look at the bottle concentrating on his final ingredient. It isn’t until after he takes a drink that he freezes in panic. The taste so sweet he almost felt pain in his teeth. Shit. He drank the potion, just as he started to inwardly panic he heard the door to the classroom open. This was just great. Just don’t – before he can finish his own thought his head turned to the other. The color draining from his face, and his eyes dilated. A goofy grin stretched across his lips.

“Hello” he speaks breathlessly.

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meredith-halliwell:

Normally the notes Meredith got from home were wonderful and often filled with little things her family thought she would enjoy. She often counted her blessings for being taken in by such a wonderful family. That was part of why this letter had been so hard to read. Her aunt Marie often wrote of her latest conquest or where she had recently travelled to, but rarely did she talk about anything serious. It just added to the gravity of the situation. If even aunt Marie was worried then everything was getting worse instead of better. “Hmm?” Mer then processed what he had asked. “Oh… um I’m alright. My aunt is just worried about me and my parents. I’m not exactly a fan of being reminded that as aurors they’re in danger every day.” It would absolutely shatter her if she lost them. It took almost all of her effort to just continue with business as usual at Hogwarts when everything felt so wrong.

Empathy wasn’t his best thing, but Ryder did try his best. When Meredith spoke he listened and nodded his head slowly. Especially with recent happenings nothing was really safe. Sinking his canines into his bottom lip, he bit down on it thoughtfully. “I wish there was more we could do from Hogwarts. With the recent happenings, but I suppose we can only read the news. I wouldn’t like to be reminded of my parents’ potential doom. I’m sorry it’s not a cheerful letter.  Hmm what would cheer you up? I have some chocolate frogs in my room?” He releases his bottom lip and furrows his brows down to her awaiting her answer. Ryder knew nothing could really cure worrying, his mother worried about him twenty-four seven. And with the current happenings her letters had become more frequent and demanding more correspondence from him. He’s almost certain that if she doesn’t hear from him every other day she might show up at the school herself.

[langsdonhqs]

Harriet was not the type to mince words, not really the kind of person who stopped to think for long stretches of time about the words that came out of her mouth, unless she absolutely had to, so when she felt a presence intruding on her quiet moment as she sat by the lake and flipped idly through her book, she didn’t bother looking up, only spoke the first words that came out of her mouth. “I’ll give you five minutes if you totally pique my interest with the first thing out of your mouth.”

[klausenryder-blog]

Ryder had lost a bet with Harriet earlier in the week. It was no big deal, but the house elves would likely not let him into the kitchen un-escorted for a time. With a hot cup of liquid in his hands he bound to the lake, where he had a feeling he would find her. Mainly because she had left him a note ‘Ryder I will be at the lake.’ It was pretty straight forward. He took his time walking in the direction, and when she spoke he rolled his eyes. “I guess I’ll have your coffee then. Cheers.”

[allurashea-blog]

@klausenryder

          Allura was used to getting what she wanted, no matter the situation. She’d gotten used to her parents just throwing money at her because they wanted her to shut up. Most people gave her exactly what she wanted with just a smile, but sometimes her charm went above heads. Only of those people were dense. Lately she’d been shoving her want for attention aside for her crusade to become head girl next year – and also studying – but now she just wanted attention from someone. Sitting in the Great Hall, she watched as people came and out, trying to find someone she could sink her claws into. She spotted Ryder and got out of her seat. Perfect. 

          “Hey there, you up for some fun?” she asked, a grin on her face. 

[klausenryder-blog]

                    Allura had never hung out with him before. As far as he could remember. Brows knit in confusion as he turns his head from his left to his right. She obviously isn’t talking to the right person? When he realizes it is him she’s talking to. He becomes more baffled and blurts out the first thought that came to mind. “No.” A hand nervously moves to rub the back of his neck.

 “I came in here to eat. That’s fun to me..what exactly did you have in mind? ..Eat together?” If there was a way to have something toned as a double question mark this would be it. Did someone put her up to this? Ryder’s eyes are squinted toward her scrutinizing her answer when it comes out of her lips.

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falvianagully:

          Falviana wished she had more time to work on her personal research, but this far along in the school year she was hard pressed to find time to do anything other than study for the upcoming exams. The only one she was confident she was going to pass was History of Magic and that was because Professor Binns had given her a mock exam midway through the semester and she’d been prepping for it since. Alchemy and Herbology were the ones she was not looking forward to the most and the two subjects she needed to study for most, which meant they were the ones she wanted to study for the least. She glanced up at the clock and realized that it was later than she expected. Falviana gathered her belongings and ran out the door. 

          It was easy to spot Ryder at the Gryffindor table and she hurried over. The Ravenclaw spread her books out on the table and took a seat. She was a tad bit out of breath. “Sorry, I’m a little late,” she said. And continued to fan out what she’d been working on. “Um, I want to study for History of Magic, but I don’t think I need to. Herbology? Because I think I’m going to fail that one if I don’t put some time and effort into it. Unless you have some better suggestions?” 

              Ryder wasn’t really a stickler for being on time as long as it wasn’t his first period. The first day of Hogwarts still scarred him when he got sent to detention for taking too long to make his bed. Nobody had explained the cluster of sheets and how to fold them perfectly, but that morning he had managed to fold himself in them. Blinking his eyes he looks to Falviana with a grin, “ It’s ace. I knew you wouldn’t ditch me.” Since this was after all their routine study night.  

               Hands close around his own Herbology book pulling it onto the table. He lifts his brows curiously at the comment about History of Magic. “Are you pretty confident in your History of Magic knowledge? I could give you some sort of mock quiz on it? I don’t know the questions on the actual exam though.. so I don’t suppose that would help. Maybe Defence Against the Dark Arts after Herbology?”

[sturdybackbone]

@klausenryder

Artur did not wake today, as he did not sleep. As such, saying that he woke with shaking fingers was inaccurate. But he did rise, the sun greeting him with its manic brightness, and his fingers shook, cold at their tips. Artur stared at them, watched them curl and unfurl, and, before the day had already begun, Artur knew this: Someone was going to hurt.  And, he spotted his prey very, very quickly. It was in his lunchbreak when he spotted slicked back black hair, and a beak sharp enough to crack bone, and he thought, ‘Perfect.’ And, without any warning, any indication, Artur slid right next to the boy, on a bench overlooking the courtyard, leaning a shoulder against the wall and dropping his feet over Ryder’s lap. And then, just to put the cherry on top, he crossed them at the ankle. “How’s my favourite cynophobe doing?” He asked, voice sweet and buttery and every other tender metaphor there was, even if Ryder knew him to be anything but. Ah, today was going to be a good day. 

[klausenryder-blog]

Ryder’s mind had momentarily been lost in thought of all the recent events. Fingers idly comb through his black locks as his eyes concentrate through reality. He didn’t think much of it at first when someone sat beside him. It didn’t disturb his thoughts until he heard the other’s voice. Artur had this way of making Ryder more aggressive than even he thought he had it in him to be. The feet crossed at the ankle in his lap warrants a twitch of his brow. He’s already one thousand percent done with this situation. This day had been hot straight into the ninth level of Hell.

His hands move up from his sides to shove Artur’s feet off his lap forcefully. The orbs once full of tranquility spin towards his nemesis. Glaring fictional daggers in his direction. “Fine. Get the bloody hell away from me.” Ryder hissed through gritted teeth. His cheeks started to color due to the underline baggage of hatred he had for this other boy. He should be the bigger of the two and just simply walk away. But there’s something that stops him from doing that, yet. “Go fuck yourself and give your toad a break.” Rydner snaps vindictively.

[klausenryder-blog]

@falvianagully

It’s Ryder’s favorite day of the week. He weaves through the student body with the books tucked under his forearm. A day free of duties, which meant he had his study meeting Falviana in the Great Dining Hall. Dusk had settled over the school and he could barely make shapes outside the window. It meant their rendezvous point should be considerably empty. He’s early to the meet and sets his belongings on the Gryffindor meal table.

He turned and made a light jog towards the kitchen, where he asked the house elves for a drink and a snack. They give him a glare, but they’re used to Ryder’s sense of neediness when it comes to homely things. Once he has the drinks and snacks in hand he steadily makes his way back to his belongings at the table. Straddling the wooden bench before he tucks both long legs under the table. The cup brought to his lips as he takes a healthy gulp.

From his peripheral vision he can see Falviana and offers her a wave. “I got us all set. We just need to figure out which subject first.”  ‘Please for the love of god don’t pick anything dealing with magical creatures’, he silently pleads in the back of his mind.

[meredith-halliwell]

Finding out Aunt Marie had sent her a letter made Meredith incredibly joyful, but then reading its contents made her heart ache. She was struggling to find the words. She didn’t want to worry her aunt but the letter had increased her belief in the gut feeling she had held ever since the beginning of the trials. The uneasiness in the pit of her stomach was making her nauseous as she just stared at the rose smelling, beautiful floral paper which held such morbid words.

[klausenryder-blog]

Ryder was a far cry from the letter whisperer at school. Whenever he got an OWL from home there was a giddy bounce to his step.  He wasn’t ignorant that sometimes the letters his classmates got were not pleasant. Over the years he had witnessed the power of the correspondence. The way it could build a person up and the way it could wither them to ashes. He walked over and paused beside Meredith with a slight crane of his head. “Everything alright?” Something seemed off, and he would feel remorseful if he just walked on by without saying anything.

[ares-kane]

Today was the beginning of a perfect day. He received Exceeds scores on his essays in Charms and Transfiguration that morning and had enough time to fly his broom around the pitch during his free period. He still felt like he was floating on air. On top of all that, it seemed that the house elves were serving his favorite foods! “Well, shit. Can today get any better? I think after lunch I’m going for a walk around the grounds. Want to join?”

[klausenryder-blog]

Ryder always had a decent day, sometimes they were stressful but most the time they always ended with a sense of tranquility. Turning his head towards Ares, he grinned at the other boy. Proud to see him in good spirits. He had the free time for a stroll, and didn’t see how it could harm anything. Wordlessly he hoped Ares didn’t jinx himself. “Hopefully it keeps going good. Sure, I’d like to take a stroll. Where were you thinking of walking? The woods?”

[bellamy-adler]

Bellamy was finishing up his rounds for the night and while on his way back to his common room, heard a muffled noise from someone in the broom closet off to his left. With a soft sigh, he walked to the door, banged his fist roughly then pulled it open.  “Alright. Out. It’s past curfew.”

[klausenryder-blog]

Ryder had the tip of his wand illuminated to read the cleaning chemical labels in the closet. Murmuring the words of the cleaning products to himself. Was one of them the one his mother used? Lost in his concentration he didn’t notice the shadow of feet on the other side of the closed broom closet door. 

However, when the door banged and he recognized the voice behind it his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Just kill him now. His very own grumpy walking Boggart. Ryder straightened himself grabbing a container he assumed was the correct one.

“I’m well aware how late it is, Bellamy. I need to clean a spill. Will this do it?” The boy asked bluntly to the point, and respectfully reversed the light spell tucking his wand into his pocket.

[giinaslinetti]

The most accurate reactions on TV 

+ bonus: “Chandler, I told you. Never tell anyone about this dog thing”

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idc y’all scratch your Outlaw/Runaway!Murphy HCs this is what the boy looks like by e .