(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ (from young severus)
Send me a (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ to get a hug, a kiss, or a slap, depending on what my muse thinks you deserve.
Michael didn’t hear the taunts, nor did he hear the yelling, norcheering as the teenager had been pushed down to the floor yet again, nor thelaughter – although he could feel the rumble on the ground as shoes scarperedaway before one of the professors turned up and noticed.Nevertheless, Michael was acutely aware of one thing – body language. The hunched shoulders, the twitching hands, the hypervigilant glances over hisshoulder. He was alone, something which the deaf Hufflepuff knew all too well.How to bridge the gap however, was an entirely different matter altogether.
He knew he couldn’t do nothing though, even if he couldn’t exactly talkto him. Although he knew him, he didn’t know his name, which madelater-introductions all the more difficult. He was in a different house, andPuddles could never keep up with lipreading names he had never come across inmuggle society.
Puddles stepped up behind the lank Slytherin, a pudgy hand reaching outbefore he grabbed his arm firmly in an attempt to get his attention, even if ithad not been the best choice to suddenly grab him. A low, strained noise escaped histhroat, the murmurs of someone who couldn’t quite form the words to speakdespite an in-tact voicebox.‘Are you okay?’ he then mouthed, signing the words as if it would make anydifference. He never knew, and some muggleborns surprised him with basic BSL –but no more than that. Unable to express comradery through speech, he stepped alittle closer, bringing him into a brief, gentle embrace, a high, strainedwhine unbeknownst to Michael leaving his throat before stepping back. It mighthave been inappropriate but with a limited amount of options to express himselfhe had to choose quickly and awkwardly.
