where music meets nerve

sturgis podmore . 7th .  hufflepuff

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me, begging for affection.

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charity.

“I’m just playing around with you, Pods.” Charity finished out her tea in one gulp. “You’re a great musician and you deserve to celebrate that. In fact,” She garbled out before taking a slice of toast to her plate. “I wish I could play live. Energy and stage presence is fucking important. And you’ve got both.” There was no lying that she needed better live experience with her music. “But don’t get cocky on me now.”

❛   but that’s half my charm !  what sort of presence would i have without a little cockiness  ?  none, i tell you !  people’d look up and think, that’s a nice bit of magic making that bass float by itself.  sturgis, who ?     ❜    he shuddered dramatically at his own rant, as if perhaps the worst thing in the world would be to fade into the background.  he turned to point a teasing finger just beneath her nose before giving her a light bop on the bridge.  childish retribution for her own teasing.    ❛  y’know, wishing for something’s the hard part, char. . . . you ever been to any open mic nights ?   ❜

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narcissa.

            The  young  witch  was  a  creature  of  comfort.  On  her  list  of  desires,  happiness  had  never  been  very  high  up,  but  she  enjoyed  his  company  regardless.  He  was  vibrant.  Free.     ❛    Can  I  ask  you  something,  Sturgis     ?    ❜     She  ignored  his  initial  question,  not  truly  understanding  how  she  could  answer  it.  He  wouldn’t  follow  her  concern:  the  fear  that  she  was  losing  her  sister  because  of  her  simple  crush  on  a  boy.     ❛    We’re  friends,  right     ?    ❜     Her  bright  gaze  focused  on  the  musician,  nervous  in  nature  as  she  tilted  her  head.      ❛    If  someone  were  to  ask  who  you  were  to  me,  I  could  say  that  you  were,  in  fact  .  .  .   one  of  my  closer  friends     ?    ❜

             sturg glanced at the slytherin, his brow folding in near perfect confusion at the wholly unexpected question.  he paused, frame stilled and lips sealed and thoughtful, which was unusual for the energetic hufflepuff.  he looked uncertain, if sturgis podmore was capable of looking uncertain. the expression broke, revealing a teasing, almost relieved smile.    ❛   you could say that.   ❜    his head barely nodding, features briefly filled with sincerity before the shit-eating grin had returned. he found the tilt of the head the farthest thing from the confidence she should’ve felt in his company.     ❛   why ? what’s the matter ? these biscuits soggy or something ?  they bothering you ? they questioning our friendship ?  because i’ll get rid of ‘em for you so quick. we don’t take shit, narcissa. not firends like us.   ❜  he pointed between the two of them absently, shifting in his seat and studying her features carefully in search of a smile, rather than answers.

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kitty.

       she shook her head, a small smile making its way over her features.  “ uh, yeah, all arguments aside, I did have a nice time, actually. “  she looked back up and cocked her head at sturgis.  “ from what I can remember, your performance was really good, too. “

           ❛   course it was !   ❜    sturgis spoke brightly, sitting up in his seat as he turned to give the girl the full brilliance of his smile.  his confidence was not a front, but he was clearly bolstered by even the barest of praise or others enjoying themselves, especially if he could take some of the credit for it. and perhaps even more importantly, in her case       ❛   that was the whole point, of course. there have been a disturbing lack of   ‘nice times’   around here for my taste. and i have great taste.   ❜

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amelia.

            “oh hell no, i don’t think my head can stand any music, right now.” she let out a soft groan as she followed him, glad to at least have a distraction and the prospect of something to soften her hangover. “are you gonna fix my hangover, or just my whole being? because i think we’ll need a bit longer to do the latter.” she sounded grave, before grinning. “i think someone needs to explain the concept of humility to you again.”

            sturgis turned to give her a horrified look, as though three heads had suddenly sprouted from her shoulders. jerking to a stop, he took a dramatic moment to recover from his ‘shock’, hand over his chest and mouth open in blanket horror.     ❛   clearly,   you are life-threateningly ill.   ❜    cool fingers pressing to her forehead, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards, struggling to keep a straight face       ❛   if not even music can help ?  i’m sorry to tell you this, bones.  but you’re doomed.  what’s your will look like ? you got your shit in order ?  and don’t worry, i’ll say something nice at your wake. crack at my humbleness not withstanding. i’ll allow it since . . .  y’know.  last thing you’ll ever do and all.    ❜

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daisy.

“ — i did like the FEW songs i heard over the … well, the vomiting, ” daisy agreed, the corner of her mouth quirking in amusement. “ — maybe next time i’ll be selfish and watch your show properly. let the fifth years get sick on their own time. ”

                 ❛   what are you trying to do to my poor brain, dais ? the picture’s your sticking in there   ❜    his expression disapproving as he shook his head with teasing dramatics.  he shifted in his chair, turning to face her at the sharp lurch in his chest.    ❛   i make a point to do one selfish thing a day. it’s done wonders keeping me sane. . . . you really want to hear something ?   ❜

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pandora.

“OF COURSE i’m thinking hard about it. i’m a ravenclaw, overthinking is kinda our thing.” pandora responded, an amused smile breaking out upon her lips. “i think on the whole i succeeded. not a roaring success, but certainly not a failure either.”

                  ❛   shiiiiiiit. pandora are you trying to quantify fun levels  ?    ❜    carefully noting the upturn of her lips, sturgis’ lifted in return, preferring that those around him were happy, at least comfortable.     ❛   i’m glad you’re taking this on for the rest of us. i don’t think i could handle the pressure of all this succeed or fail business.   ❜

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ted.

               it wasn’t his intention to be as defensive as he had come across, awkward tension now filling the room. perhaps he was still caught off guard from events of the party, or perhaps i was the headache making him act this way. still, he wasn’t feeling quite right. “right, sorry,” was all he managed to mutter. “so how was the band ?” ted inquired, trying to ease some of the awkwardness. “did people at least enjoy the music ?”

at least ?  good lord, people had had even less fun than he’d thought, or had forgotten the performance altogether. raising his eyebrows at ted’s question, a light chuckle helped disguise his disappointment    ❛   i  thought  so, but hell if i know   ❜    sturgis shrugged, head bobbing along to a rhythm pounding at the fringes of his thoughts.      ❛   i enjoyed myself.  which is the important part   ❜

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Do you think CVRSED is going to continue after school?

   ❛   do toilets have shit ? . . . . mm. not my best. alright, alright, hows about. . . . fuck yeah !   ❜

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fmk: narcissa, caradoc, daisy

   ❛   this game ?   yeah. it’s been officially cancelled by the authority of . . . me   ❜

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ted.

             his eyebrows knitted together, listening intently to his words. “yes, i can clearly tell that. it’s like the judgement is radiating off of you as we speak… in a sort of uncomfortable way. no offense, though.” he took a bite of his breakfast before responding again, “look, just because i’m not in a super cool band or do any crazy things, doesn’t mean i don’t know how to have fun, okay ?”

              sturg turned to give the boy an odd look. he’d been joking, and had believed that to be  obvious.  but the other hufflepuff’s quick defensiveness was only serving to prove the joke right.   ❛   cool ?  i’ll take it.   ❜    his chuckle  jilted and he flashed a quick thumbs up in hopes of easing some tension.  sturgis raised his brows before returning to his breakfast. luckily the eggs looked good enough to absorb most of his attention.      ❛   you’re really selling the fun thing. ain’t nothing crazy about liking music, mate.   ❜

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narcissa.

                     ❛     i’m  relieved  to  see  that  you  still  have  goals  in  life.       ❜     she  wore  a  simple  smile,  genuine in  nature,  but  no  less  practiced  than  the  others.  she  had  difficulty  reacting  without  thinking  first         something  she  often  hated  about  herself  whenever  she  felt  a  sudden  urge  to  laugh.  she  wished  she  could  be  like  sturgis  in  that  sense.  he  was  chaotically  natural.  organic.  he  was  who  he  wanted  to  be.    ❛     i  wore  a  hat  too.  double  the  secrecy.  but  i’m  afraid  you  might  want  to  find  a  new  president.  it  doesn’t  bode  well  when  your  current  one  won’t  wear  the  t-shirt.    ❜    

❛  i was going for  impressed,  but i’ll take ‘relieved’.   ❜   he looked to be holding back quite a bit of laughter, his shoulders shrugging as he searched her expression for something.    ❛   no. no-- we’re on the verge of something big, and you’re going to wear the shirt. . . . eventually.  i’m calling it now. so prepare yourself for all the i-told-you-so’s.  i’ve heard fair warning eases even the worst woes.    ❜   teasing her all too easily for her resistance.   ❛   what’s going on with the rest of your life that you can’t spare a few minutes for poor me ?    ❜

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amelia.

           “i know, right? screw shakespeare’s tragedies — this is way sadder.” she sounded and looked completely serious, and was so, partly. hangovers were something she’d gotten better at over the years ( because amelia bones wasn’t bad at things, ever ), but they were still excruciating. she needed those sugar quills. “hm, and where exactly are you taking me, podmore?” she got up, looking curious. “i’m thrilled to discover how you think you can fix such a disastrous situation.”

             ❛   normally i’d say some beatles. but food also works.  ❜    answer quick as he was already headed in the direction of the kitchens, only to ruin his nonchalance by glancing over his shoulder to see that she was following. his tone dramatic and the farthest thing from serious,   ❛   obviously i’m a fixer. prepare to be fixed, ames. no need to thank me. i’m very humble and generous.    ❜

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daisy.

“ — you overestimate me, podmore, my night was thoroughly uneventful. i held back a fifth year’s hair while she puked in the hog’s head bathroom, if that’s GORY enough of a detail for you. ”

            ❛   of course you were.  ❜    sturgis noted, studying her features with an unreadable expression. he suddenly beamed, leaning his elbow against the table with palm cradling his chin    ❛   still good acoustics in the bathroom, i’m sure you couldn’t avoid jamming out the whole night.    ❜

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pandora.

“I’VE got to admit, that’s a little bleak. there has to be a point to things, even when they aren’t fun.” she began to muse, train of thought already spiralling off. before her mind could wander too far however, it was snapped back to reality at the sound of him speaking again. “that’s definitely worth considering. as long as people are attempting to have fun, that’s all that matters, don’t you think? even if they aren’t actually succeeding.”

 ❛   you’re thinking really hard about this idea, pandora. i love it.   ❜   shaking his head lightly at her tone, sturgis gave the girl a widening smile and clearly struggling not to laugh    ❛   so. . . . did you ‘succeed’ at having fun ?    ❜

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kitty.

                   “ fighting someone over this battle royale seems like it’d, uh  …  like, you know, be a great way to make them not have had a great time. like maybe it’d taint their memory ‘til all they can think about is fighting, “  kitty said, propping her elbows up. 

          ❛   that’s because there’s no room for argument, kitty   ❜   he was joking, not sure how else to show it besides how little he looked ready to fight anyone, features unconcerned, and of course, the fact that the night had been fun.    ❛   you did have fun, didn’t you ?   ❜

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charity.

“Positivity is important, dear Sturgis. I am in no way trying to put you down. Wouldn’t dream of it.” Charity sipped her tea. “It’s honestly good to see someone in such high spirits. Actually, I wish there was more of it to go around. But you should be prepping for your next performance. Reveling in the past leads to washed up stardom. And you can’t afford to get lazy about your playing.”

             ❛   wait-- you’re saying being excited is the same as being lazy or--- ?   nah, you’re trying to make this a teaching moment, . . .  and i’m just excited. reeling.  glowing. look at these cheeks. it’s weird you’re saying there’s something wrong with that.    ❜   he snorted, rolling his eyes a bit at the very stark contrast between her first and last words. not sure he was convinced, sturgis shrugged before digging into his bacon and hash with gusto.