mason sawyer

if you LOVE somebody better tell them why they're here... 'cause they just may run away from you !! you'll never know what went well then again, it just depends on how long of time is left for you !! i've had the HIGHEST mountains, i've had the deepest rivers. now take it in but don't look down. ( mason sawyer, nineteen, hufflepuff, majoring in divination. )

[mascnsawyer]

{ hnrynchls }

Henry immediately curled up to Mason’s side, nuzzling into his giraffe neck. “Why are you not wearing any clothes, I’m not gonna sleep with you, you know that,” he murmured quietly, putting a tiny bit of the blanket over Mason as well because that’s how great friend he is. “Sure, sure,” he nodded his head, yawning as well. “We will later eat brownies and watch Mean Girls and then we’ll talk about how you remind me of Cady.” Though, Henry would much rather talk about how the other felt and what he could do to make him feel better. He didn’t want to push Mason into doing something he didn’t want to do, so he decided that taking baby steps would be the best solution for now. “Shut up, I’m still young and hip, I just didn’t sleep for two days and I’m sure that neither did you, you dummy dumbass.”

mason relished in the tiny bit of the blanket because getting henry to share was a thing of its own! he was fine, they’d end up stealing it from each other multiple times that night anyway. ‘i was just hoping if i was naked and whiny, you’d have no choice.’ he gave henry a smug smile as the other nuzzled into him. ‘you always tell me i’m cady, hen. i just don’t see it? i want to be damien!’ he couldn’t have asked for a better friend in this moment, someone willing to ignore all the events that had happened, everything that was dragging him down and just first focus on mason not being so upset. ‘dummy dumbass? you sound a lot like a child. i know, i know. we should really sleep. jeez! stop talking, just sleep!’ he shook his head trying to pin the blame on henry before letting his eyes shut for the first time in what felt like years. he pulled his friend a bit closer, wanting to feel the comfort that at least he was still alive and that mason was safe if henry was here before drifting off to sleep. 

[mascnsawyer]

( zachmilkovich. )  

Being at St. Mungo’s was horrifyingly stressful. The pain of his treatments may be mere memories, but when they were happening in the moment, it was all too fresh and it was always just as terrible. But, thankfully, now that he could remember things up to his second year, he only had… ten more weeks of treatment to go—minus today, nine! He was waiting patiently, worrying his bottom lip and smiled with a small nod when Eli said he had to go find his dad. Zach immediately started swaying back and forth on the balls and flat of his feet, quite like a little kid would and freezing the moment he felt a stranger’s arms around his waist, making him terribly uncomfortable—and he knew they were a stranger’s. He didn’t know why he knew Eli’s arms so well, but he did, and they weren’t Eli’s. Even worse, the person but his chin on his shoulder and oh no! Zach cringed and sighed in relief when they pulled away. He turned to face the other and frowned. He didn’t say anything, honestly, just nodded and looked down at his feet shyly. “Erm… Henry wears green robes. Like… like most healers, so.” He said, glancing up at him again and sighing. “You two are friends?”

mason felt awkward and frigid and just... incredibly out of place. he didn’t want to be here anymore, wanted to be at home where he didn’t have to be dealing with this. god, why’d he have to be so stupid! ‘i just... he changes after work, i’m sorry.’ he furrowed his brows with a soft sigh and looked away from zach because he didn’t know what to feel when he looked at zach. zach would tell mason how to feel, that’s just how they were and merlin, he missed having zach look out for him, missed annoying him everyday and great he was droning off now and barely listening to zach as he spoke. ‘boyfriends...’ he looked up, not realising why he said boyfriends, just did. mason had a tendency to just... accidentally lie when he got nervous and he had, so he’d just play along with it. besides, maybe a little part of him just wanted things to be easier with henry and he wanted to confront these feelings he couldn’t describe and calling it a crush seemed so much easier than jumping into them and trying to sort through them. life would be easier if him and henry were dating, wouldn’t it? even if henry didn’t have a lot of time on his hand and mason wanted someone who was there constantly and of course he loved henry and often joked about wanting to be together but the actual act of dating and being in a relationship was exhausting, wasn’t it? ‘you’d think i know what he looks like from behind but nah. i’m sorry, once again.’

[mascnsawyer]

( hnrynchls. ) 

As much as Henry wanted to just smack Mason (despite the unwritten ‘Never Punch a Puff” rule), he was mostly just glad that the other was slowly getting his old spark back and hoped that that state would last for longer than just a couple of minutes. Instead, he just rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Well, your mum adores me, even if we were broken up I’d spend the whole days here anyway,” he shrugged his shoulders. Wiping his face from the crumbles that landed on him. “You’re so gross, for Merlin’s sake, how come none of your three parents haven’t taught you manners?” He wasn’t really mad at him, it was just the way they were but the more they were acting like they always do, the less Mason would think about the events of the Valentine’s ball – at least that’s what Henry hoped was gonna happen. “Yeah, Imma take a shower,” he stated and started making his way to Mason’s bedroom. “I’d suggest you joined me but you’re being such an arsehole today so I’m not gonna do that!” he called out whilst picking up from the wardrobe what he could wear, opting just for a pair of comfy sweatpants and an oversized sweater that he knitted for Mason a while ago – he wasn’t going to sacrifice his comfort for fashion this time. “If you eat all of the brownies, I will shove a cow’s tit down your throat!” he threatened on his way to the bathroom. It was actually the first time in a couple of days when Henry could take a closer look at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like an utter disaster – pale as a ghost with zombie-like dark circles under his eyes and his hair was just a big, messy nest. He really should have listened to the older and wiser when they kept telling him to go home and get more rest. With a heavy sigh, Henry jumped under the shower, wanting to just get over with it and sleep for the rest of the year. Several minutes later, all freshened up but still exhausted, Henry walked back into Mason’s bedroom (if you could call the tired shambling walking) and basically plopped down on the bed, covering himself with a blanket (that of course was knitted by him). “Come here, I wanna cuddle and nap until we get old and die,” he mumbled sleepily but loud enough for the other to hear. 

mason really hated being alone with his thoughts, even if henry was gone for a few minutes, he just felt sad and alone. ‘i’m too tired to shower, plus you’re gross. so.’ he stuck his tongue out, chucking a pillow from his bed at henry as he walked into the bathroom before instantly sinking into his bed like it was quicksand. he stripped down to his briefs because his clothes didn’t smell too good right now and closed his eyes even if his mind was wide awake. finally henry came stumbling out of the bathroom and straight to the bed which mason was very thankful for and immediately curled up against him with a low groan. ‘d’you think--’ he yawned as he moved again, wrapping his arms around henry, ‘we could just sleep for a really long time? then wake up, have brownies and sleep again? god, remember when we were young and hip? would stay up all night talking.’

[mascnsawyer]

( @zachmilkovich. )

mason was... not in the best place. he’d just sort of fell off the face of the planet in general after the attack on the university. spent all his time holed in his mum’s house with henry, eating brownies and cuddling and they were talking about it and things were getting better but not as fast as he wanted. he was honestly scared about seeing anyone who was injured in the attack, felt like even if he couldn’t control it, it was still his fault. the idea just got stuck in his head and he hated it but with henry’s help it was slowly getting out. today, he actually managed to drag his arse out of the house and to the hospital, just waiting for henry to be off work so they could go watch a film or something. he didn’t like being here, hadn’t been here since he found out about teddy and found out that zach didn’t remember a thing. hadn’t even spoken to teddy or zach since which he felt even worse about because he missed his friends so much. st. mungos was huge too, much to his dismay he just wandered around looking for henry, and located a short boy and from the back he looked familiar enough that it just must be henry. he wrapped his arms around the others waist and rested his head on his shoulder for approximately a couple of seconds before realising, ‘oh lord, i’m sorry!’ mason laughed awkwardly as he took a couple steps back, just blinking because it was zach. ‘i’m so sorry! i thought you were henry, i-- you both are similar in height. sorry, sorry. i’m sorry.’  

[mascnsawyer]

( henry ! )

Henry’s body never reacted well to apparation – it always made him slightly dizzy and sometimes even nauseous. This time was not different, especially when he had slept so little those past few days. It was still better than travelling with the gross public transport, though, so he didn’t complain. He was feeling much better just a few moments later he had to, after all, only one of them at the time could be a mess. He looked around with a small smile; Mason’s home(s) always felt way more comforting and more like home than his actual house did in the past few years. “Oh yeah, I could use a shower,” he mused and looked at Mason then down at his clothes. “I was going to borrow some of your clothes and never give them back anyway,” Henry hoped that his words would cause another reaction than a messy rambling from Mason’s side. “Well, of course, that I’m staying over, you silly twat, why wouldn’t I? Did you tell your mum we broke up? Am I your dirty little secret now?” he asked, rolling his eyes fondly, hoping that he would crack at least a small but genuine smile, as he gave his hand a little squeeze and let himself be lead into Mason’s room. He stopped in the middle of the way, though, because he knew that there was a reason he suggested they went to Mason’s mum’s place. “Hoooold on!” he yanked Mason the other way, leading him to the kitchen. “I can’t believe you didn’t remember why we’re actually here,” he sighed deeply and grabbed the brownies plate because of course, he knew where they were stocked. “Here,” he stuffed a brownie into Mason’s mouth and then another into his own, letting out a content moan becauseMerlin, not even Molly’s brownies were this good. “Now we can move on!” Henry grinned and ate another brownie.

@crlwnwrts

mason felt the familiar comfort of being home, having henry by his side; it made him feel better than he had in days. even before the attack on the university, he’d felt awful about it for so many days now. ‘you can’t keep my clothes, they don’t even fit you right. you’re too small for them,’ mason cracked a small smile because the height jokes were coming back to him. everything felt pretty normal again and though the sinking feeling in his chest was still very much there, henry lessened the blow immensely. ‘no, no, mum still is under the impression we’re going strong. you’re too loud to be my dirty little secret. and you leave your trail everywhere you go. she’ll come home and see all of her brownies are gone, who do you think she’s going to think did it? well, me, but i never eat them alone, so!’ mason gasped because one second they were going one way and suddenly henry was pulling them back into the kitchen and shoving one in mason’s mouth which made him laugh, sputtering out brownie crumbs in the other’s face as he tried to eat the giant bite in his mouth, joining henry in his food moan. mum’s brownies were the best, he’d really thought his dietary restrictions would mess up people’s cooking but vegan brownies were still the best brownies ever. he reached for another the second the one in his mouth dissolved and nodded at henry because he’d taken a giant bite yet again and was trying to get through it. ‘good, because you’re starting to stink.’ mason said in between trying to chew his food because 1. of course he had a bad habit of not chewing his food and 2. this was henry, mason didn’t care how he acted around henry. 

[mascnsawyer]

( henrynichols. )

It was extremely important for Henry to remain as calm as possible, hoping that if he remained calm then Mason would eventually relax at least a bit as well. It wasn’t easy, given the circumstances but there was nothing more they could do. He listened to Mason talking about Zach and nodded his head – what happened to him was indeed unfair. “The healers are working on that,” he whispered – but there was only so much the magic could do, things just won’t be the same anymore and they both knew it. Henry could feel that Mason was starting to get more and more anxious and he felt bad having to leave him, even if it was for a few minutes. “Just stay here, okay? I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he pointed at a row of plastic chairs and pressed a tiny kiss to Mason’s cheek. “Love you too, mate,” he smiled and almost ran off to the staff room. He quickly changed into his clothes – he still wore the suit from the ball, since he had no time for an outfit change for those past few days. It felt weird that just a few days ago he whined about having to wear this suit to the ball because formal wear was required, and that that was his biggest problem at the time.  After checking out at the main desk, Henry walked back to where he left his friend and sat down next to him. “Ready to go?” he asked, smiling gently and reached his hand out for Mason to take. 

mason nodded at henry’s words, almost wanting to reach out and ask him to stay but that was a ridiculous thought and he convinced himself not to. he walked over to the waiting area and just sat down, pressing his palms to his eyes to stop himself from thinking about anything. he was down, really down if he couldn’t even focus on the fact that he’d said he loved him without even joking about not being homo. henry was good though, came back very soon and mason looked up when he heard his voice, and put his hand in henry’s. ‘the suit... i don’t think i ever said you looked very nice. like... crazy dapper.’ he returned his smiled, mimicked it rather and with a nod apparated the two to his mum’s house, knowing she was at work and always stocked up with brownies. ‘do you want to freshen up or anything? i can grab you comfier clothes. mum will be working tonight so you can stay. i mean, you’re staying either way because i miss you but. c’mon,’ he took hold of henry’s hand again and walked for his room because sooner or later this rambling situation had to stop. he had to calm down.

[mascnsawyer]

( chantelevergreen. )

Chany approached Mason just in time to catch the last part of his conversation. “Right here, love. Sorry, taping my boobs took a bit longer than I thought it would.” She entwined her fingers with his before giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Oh, and don’t be nervous. I have something that’ll help if you want. Wasn’t going to come to ball with you as my date and not sneak a flask in.”

‘chany, oh. hey!’ he waved to the very kind person who walked away as he turned to get a good look at his date. ‘i - wow, no, no, don’t worry about it. you look... gorgeous. even if i’ve already seen the dress and you like a million times, just beautiful. damn, chantel. you blow my mind.’ he laughed, most of his nerves faded as she came up and gave her a grin after hearing she had a flask. ‘my literal lifesaver, then. i was in such a hurry, totally had one prepared and all and i left it at home.’

[mascnsawyer]

( mcntalisms. )

       ☆ |  “ merci. ” and they nodded, gently taking the hand of the younger, rubbing a thumb onto his knuckles as if to try and soothe him. and through his thoughts, they found emotions of guilt and defeat, of blame on oneself. “ mason, if you believe this is in any way YOUR fault, it is not. even if you had seen… ” they continued with the rubbing, a frown spreading across their lips. they tried to project their own emotions through their connection with his mind, calmness, safety. this poor boy… “ i am proud of you. you do not deserve to blame yourself. ”

mason wasn’t very hard to please, the boy’s heart was the size of jupiter and yet in bad situations he needed to be told by everyone that it wasn’t his fault. because he felt the guilt of keeping his visions to himself but he was showing someone now, maybe they could just tell him they were worth nothing and it wasn’t his fault. there was a release of emotions, all too intensely that caused tears to roll off his cheeks but there was no sobbing. it felt good, he felt more or less calmer than he’d been in days. they were proud of him, they were proud. it made him cry, touched him down to the bottom of his heart and the tears flowed freely. ‘i - i j-just..’ he was at a loss for words, but his hopeful eyes that looked up into the professor’s showed all the appreciation he had to spare - which was more or less all of it. 

[mascnsawyer]

( henrynichols. )

Henry just couldn’t help checking up on Mason more times than necessary. So many of their friends have been hurt so badly and Henry wouldn’t handle it if Mason was among the injured as well. Besides, taking care of people was his coping mechanism – he’s spent the last couple of days helping at the hospital the best he could. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbled in response to Mason’s words and pulled his hands away from the other. “It’s just –“ he was at a loss of words, so he just wrapped his arms around Mason, pulling him into a tight hug. “Everything is going to be all right, I promise,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Mason’s neck. “You know you couldn’t have done anything about that, right? You’re still learning to understand your visions, it really would have happened even if you did figure it out,” he assured him. “Why don’t you give me five minutes, I’ll change out of these robes and then we will go to your house, we will eat your mum’s brownies and cuddle and you– you will get some rest, how’s that sound?” 

of course the sane part of him knew he couldn’t have anticipated something so big, no. that would’ve required to be in touch with his gift and even then there’d be prophecies involved and crystal balls... none of which mason knew ANYTHING about but that didn’t reduce his guilt. honestly, he was crumbling and he was watching himself crumble but there was just nothing he could do. ‘thank you, thank you,’ he mumbled as he nearly melted in henry’s arms, holding onto the other boy so tightly. henry always knew how to make things better, mason never understood how he did it but he did it so easily. when henry said the words aloud they sounded different than when he tried to tell himself. ‘i just - zach can’t remember. he’s forgotten the world he loves so much and it seems so bloody unfair...’ he was reiterating stuff that he couldn’t stop thinking about, didn’t want to start panicking so he shut up, forced himself to shut up. ‘yes.. yeah, okay. please, let’s do that.’ he nodded, unwrapping himself from henry’s embrace to wrap his arms around himself. ‘mum’s brownies and cuddles, yeah.. love you. thank you.’

[athena-goshawk-blog]

“…But I don’t have it in me right now. People almost died. People might’ve died and we don’t know it yet. I couldn’t do anything. Wards weren’t enough, spells weren’t enough, nothing was enough. Some of our friends are so horrifically injured, I feel useless” 

[mascnsawyer]

‘athena, stop, don’t.’ mason shook his head as he scooted in closer to the girl, just wrapping his arm around her to try and comfort her. he was the king of blaming himself, feeling like he wasn’t good enough and hated seeing someone else bear that burden. ‘you couldn’t have been expected to do anything, these were complex spells. we’re children, love, we’re all just CHILDREN. don’t blame yourself, you’re allowed to be sad and be reserved. you’re not useless, you’re emotionally exhausted and doing all you can and i understand that. see, there’s people like crazy henry who works and works and works to cope, there’s people like me who hasn’t said a word to anyone but henry in days and we each cope differently and it’s fine.’

[mascnsawyer]

( mcntalisms. )

         ☆ | “ oui, oui, i am here, i can help. ” the wix quickly stated, perhaps a bit startled by the sudden grab of their sleeve, but overall jumping to the need of their student before another, a calming hand on the shoulder, deep brown eyes looked at the younger with concern but warmth. they tried to ensure safety. “ your visions ?? …yes, i can help. ” eden kept eye contact, continuing with a motion to the other’s forehead, “ …do i have permission to see ?? ”

he’d waited too long to do this, waited so long and now the attack was in place and it was all his fault for not seeing someone. he’d mistook the feeling for nerves, and now it was too late to warn anyone. people were HURT and he blamed himself. a sigh of relief left his lips as well as a trail of tears as he nodded at the other. ‘you have permission,’ help sounded nice, even if this sinking feeling would go away, that would be nice. 

[mascnsawyer]

( @henrynichols​. )

‘henry, stop. don’t look at me like i’m a patient. there are people who are so hurt in there, teddy hasn’t woken up in days, james can’t stop crying, zach doesn’t know anyone.. i’m fine. i don’t need a healer, can you just please stop being distant for a minute? i need my best mate, i need you to tell me nice things, comforting things. tell me i didn’t let this happen, tell me that it doesn’t matter what i didn’t figure out because it would’ve happened anyway. just tell me something that makes me stop feeling like i want to never see anyone again. i can’t face my friends, i can’t face anyone. just be my friend, please. i miss you, just sit with me.’

[timothy9587]

[petitrnort]

         ☆ |  “ please, mon cher, do your best to try and remain calm. we will be fine. ” easier said than done, but eden was doing their best. shoulder rubs and utters of ‘ we will be fine, ’ ‘ it will be okay, ’ ‘ i’m proud of you, ’ and ‘ you were brave ’ would be their current repetitive process for the time being, the main focus being their students and colleagues. “ if it would make you feel better… ” from their coat, the inner pockets seeming to be infinite, they offered a snow white stuffed bear, holding it out to the other. “ …would you like to hold MILKYWAY ?? ”

[mascnsawyer]

mason didn’t know how to react to the situation around him, he was trying to stay calm-- which proved to be easy indeed. but he felt naseus and the world was spinning and he toppled over, cringing with loud groans as he saw visions of the obscurus zipping through places, felt their fear and their pain. the pain was unbearable and then... just like that, nothing had happened and he was back to havoc. stumbling up onto his feet he reached around to steady himself and look for someone to help, whether it be zach or henry or a professor, anyone. ‘help.. please help me.’ the boy sobbed as he managed to grab a hold of the others sleeve. ‘i need it to stop. i need the visions to stop! i just... need it to stop.’

[mascnsawyer]

( jamesxxsirius. )

“Sorry, babe, all I’ve got is alcohol and weed.” James shrugged and handed Mason his cup, not sure whether he’d want it or not but the offer was there, anyway. “I haven’t seen her, no, but your nervousness is fucking adorable if that’s of any condolence.”

‘alcohol works, i think.’ it would had to, anyway. he took james’ cup and took a sip before handing it back. probably all placebo but he felt calmer as it went down his throat. ‘is it? i can’t imagine her finding it very hot seeing me sweat nervously all over the place. and she’s so hot, james, and the kindest, sweetest person i know. can’t blow this.’

[mascnsawyer]

( priyakapoor. )

“Are you alright, man? I could understand that, nerves can make me really anxious. I don’t have any gravol, but I can get you some alcohol. I haven’t seen her yet, no. I could help you look, though?”

‘you know how every group has a mom friend? who’s my mom friend? i need someone to carry gravol at all times. i’m going to try and convince henry. don’t worry about chan, i’ll find her eventually, probably going to make some sort of dramatic entrance-- she kills me. how’s your date, by the way?’

[mascnsawyer]

( zachevergreen. )

“Any gravol? No, mate, I’m sorry.” Zach frowned at him, putting a worrying hand on his shoulder. “Maybe if you just had some water or something? My sister—she’ll come around, yeah? I’ll even text her to ask her where she’s at.”

‘oh no, don’t bother. it’s okay.’ he waved his hand, looking down at the hand on his shoulder and it just made him want to cry for whatever reason. maybe it was the guilt of asking chany out and not having asked for zach’s permission, even if they were adults... ‘you’re like a brother to me, you know? i know i’m sort of annoying and you’re just... the best and i always want to be around you because i think you’re so good. i just love you, i don’t think i say that enough to people. so i do, it’s not like the love your boyfriend needs to be jealous about it, it’s like brotherly. i see you as my brother.’ mason frowned lightly and shoved his face into zach’s chest to hug him tightly. ‘... by the way, your sisters my date, hope that’s cool too.’