#accio;v

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“Get rid of it!? Are ye’ mad!?” asked Richard, doing his best to keep his voice as hushed as possible amidst the quiet darkness of the night. “It’s a niffler! An actual Niffler! I found it, and I’m keeping it!” the Hufflepuff stated decidedly, as he hugged the little thing close to his chest, like a child possessive over their new toy on Christmas Eve. “Y’know I read all ‘bout these guys one day in the library. Y’know tha’ they can smell out anythin’ shiny tha’s how many feet away. Apparently, they say tha’s why pirates used to use ‘em to help dig up treasure.-- Och. He’s actually kinda cute. Wha’ do ye’ think?... And stop lookin’ at me like tha’. It’ll be fine! He’s in good hands now!”

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RELATIONSHIP BUILDING: ACCEPTING

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“I was afraid of this was gonna happen,” tut Richard, his eyes peering past their cottage’s window at the blustering storm outside. “Unless ye’ perfected Storm Magic, looks like we’re gonna have to delay our trip a wee bit longer. Sorry ‘bout tha’.”  Things had gotten worse back at Hogwarts. The Ministry and Death Eaters were at each other’s throats more than ever. What with the recent rumours that certain professors were working for the Death Eaters themselves, Hogwarts had been sent agents to weasel this truth out once and for all. Fearing for Mikah’s safety, Richard knew that he couldn’t hide her out in his flat any longer. So, taking matters into his own hands, the two had been traveling from safe house to safe house, in a desperate attempt to get as far away from the magical war happening back home as much as possible. At the moment, the two resided in an old cottage somewhere in Scotland. They were near where Richard grew up, as a matter of fact. “I can make us some tea, if ye’ like? It’s the least I can do.”

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//Nobody: Not a soul: Richard on Hufflepuff Pride Day: *Bursts through your door wrapped up in a Hufflepuff scarf, waving two Hufflepuff flags with one hand, while downing his fifth pint of Butterbeer with the other while cheering at the top of his lungs that Hufflepuff is the best* //

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( @evora-eriu-mclaggen​ II Continued from here )

“Wait, Eriu!” But it was too late. Before Richard could say anything she had dashed deeper into the maze of shelves, leaving Richard with his lantern, standing at the entrance of The Restricted Section as the so-called, look out.  Fortunately, she didn’t take too long returning that damn book. “Tha’ doesn’t make me feel any better, Eri!” whispered the Hufflepuff, as he did his level best to keep his voice down. “Wha’ book did ya’ return anyways?”

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II @billbeatthedevil

This wasn’t good. Not good at all. It was bad enough that Richard Mayhew was secretly harbouring a Niffler and raising it right under the noses of every single Hogwarts professor-- minus maybe Sprout and Hagrid-- not to mention the entire student body. But now? Now that cheeky devil managed to scamper right out of Richard’s arms and run off to who knows where. Thankfully, it was nearing midnight, which meant everybody was fast asleep (or so he thought), but that didn’t solve the problem that Hogwarts had over a hundred and more rooms. 

Richard continued to dash down the hallway, that is until he suddenly turned a corner and smacked face first into another student. “Agh! I’m so sorry ‘bou tha’!” winced Richard as he did his best to rub the pain away from his forehead. “A-... Are ya’ a’right?” Oh, it was Bill. Richard was not really close to the Denbrough kid, or had he ever really talked to him until this point, but he knew of him. He knew that a couple of the Slytherin and Gryffindor kids liked to talk behind his back simply due to the fact that he was American, which Richard thought was absolutely pathetic.

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@warxandxplastics​ II Continued from here 

The curiosity in the young Hufflepuff’s face drained into pure, pale uncertainty and fear brewing with every word muttered by the Slytherin. “W-... Wait. Really?” stammered Richard, his now rounded, blue gaze drifting to the view of the darkened woods. “Tha’s awful. Th--... Tha’--....”

Richard’s expression soon dried into disdain as the Hufflepuff didn’t even bother to stifle back an eyeroll. “Tha’s not funny,” he muttered, unimpressed. “Look, I was askin’ ‘cause I was was wonderin’ whether ya’ heard tha’ howlin’ comin’ from the woods last night? It was probably ‘round midnight when I heard it.”

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HC: Accio

Before Richard knew he was in fact a wizard, his powers were tied to emotions, specifically strong emotions he’d feel round his household, specifically fear. Whenever something erupted with his father and Richard hid in his room, he would usually find things (I.E: His toys, books, etc.) levitating off the ground. There was in fact one time, when his father was having another one of his drunken rages at the dinner table, Richard was on the verge of crying until multiple glasses around the dining table simply exploded.

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