#acciohustarter

[apollomaddox]

These Things

Apollo sat in a booth at the Three Broomsticks alone and quite a few drinks in. Cassio’s potion was in one hand. He turned the vial over and over again, staring at the contents as if eye contact alone could fill it back up to the very top. His other hand was bandaged up again and barely functional at this point. After his father left his dorm, Apollo had busted the mirror in his bedroom again and he didn’t bother fixing it up. Knowing him and his luck, it would be broken again within days.

“Kid,” Apollo looked up at the voice to see the barkeep at his table. “I’m cutting you off. You’ve been here all day and you look like shit. Go get your hand fixed up and sleep it off, okay?”

“No.” He didn’t really want to stay but he didn’t want to be told to go. That irritated the fuck out of him. “I think I’ll have another actually.” The barkeep didn’t like that answer and he whistled over two other workers. Beefy guys who upon coming to Apollo’s table, cracked their knuckles while looking directly at him. He merely laughed, his head falling back against the booth before he turned to look at them with a lazy gaze. “Really? You need back up? I’m drunk and injured!” And if they really knew Apollo, then they’d know they’d need a few more guys to get him out of there.

“I don’t want no trouble, kid. Don’t make this hard. You spend a lot of money in here and I want you to be able to come back, but you don’t know when it's time to go home and call it a night. So I gotta.” One man moved in and grabbed Apollo’s arm, tugging him out of the booth. It wouldn’t be a fair fight but Apollo wanted to feel something even if it was pain. Before he could be dragged to his feet, Apollo swung at the man with his bruised and battered hand. Pain shot through his hand and up his arm. He saw stars and his eyes watered. It. Was. Like. Hitting. A. Brick. Wall. He could feel his wounds bleeding through the bandaged but still, he brought his hand back and prepared for another swing…

Only to have the other man grab it and squeeze. Apollo immediately fell to the ground in a bittersweet surrender. The men dragged him across the bar and quickly threw him out of the doors. He landed onto the ground, a puddle soaking through his shirt. Immediately he checked to see if Cassio’s potion was damaged. It wasn’t and he placed a few drops on his tongue. Immediately he felt nothing. Not even the throbbing pain in his hand. Absolutely nothing. 

He should just go back to his dorm and sleep it off. But on his journey back, Apollo was intrigued by the groups of people outside of the club. What? The club was popular with students but he had never seen it like this. Apollo made his way towards the entrance and stepped into the packed club. He wasn’t much for crowds but the promise of alcohol sparked his interest. And what was he even going home to? More brooding? He wasn’t ready to submit to his darkness just yet. Not when he could find something fun to get into instead.

[olidavenport-blog]

the bird and the worm

Oliver didn’t bother to look at the flyer that was pressed into his hand. Chances were he wasn’t interested in whichever event it was advertising. He was far too busy being sour. The poor Gryffindor had been in a mood, a foul mood since he heard the news that one of his brothers would be joining him at the university. He knew Hogwarts University wasn’t his alone but this was just another example of nothing being Oliver’s. By now he should be used to sharing everything with this siblings but it was something he couldn’t get used to. He wouldn’t. There had to be something out there that would be his alone.

Making his way to his dorm, Oliver didn’t stop to talk to anyone but just trudged up the steps and slammed his door. He dropped his bag off of his shoulder and when he went to crumble up the flyer in his hand, the colorfulness of it caught his eye. Deja Vu? He had heard of the nightclub but hadn’t made it over there yet. He wasn’t much of a club goer but this was definitely a way to get his mind off of things. Okay. He decided right then and there to try something new. That was supposed to be what this was all about right? Oliver rummaged through his closet, tossing clothes over his shoulder before he found something he imagined was club appropriate. Dark jeans, dark shirt and at the last second before leaving his dorm he grabbed a jacket hanging off the corner of his dresser drawer. Deja Vu here he comes! 

Stepping into the club, all of Oliver’s senses were bombarded. Between the lights flashing, the music pounding, and the smell of sweaty bodies...Oliver wasn’t sure what to think about the club. For the second time that day something was pressed into his hand by a passing stranger. The Gryffindor looked down to see a green plastic egg in his hand. Curious. He popped it opened, part of him expecting to see a handful of jelly beans, but instead Oliver looked down and saw a small, yellow pill with a printed smiley face on it. Panicked, scared, and a little curious, Oliver pocketed the pill and opted to head to the bar instead. That was most unexpected.

“Water please,” He asked the bartender who gave him side eye for the order, which Oliver ignored. A cool glass was pressed into his hand and Oliver eagerly gulped it down. He tried to ignore the pill that was burning a hole in his pocket. He didn’t do drugs. Oliver didn’t even make a habit of drinking alcohol. But here he was with a pill in his pocket, a full bar behind him, and a curious fascination. His glass was half empty and Oliver polished it off. Then he stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out the pill. He turned it over in his hand, studying it. He didn’t know what it was or what it did. Why was he even considering taking it? Oh yeah, for a new experience.  Sigh. Before he could change his mind, Oliver popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed.

Here’s to new experiences, Ollie.

[finnhaleiscursed]

too white too tight

The peak hit about ninety minutes later. Jack was a real help in choosing the right stuff. He felt exactly what he wanted to feel. The combination of inter-connectedness and the loss of mental baggage gave him a feeling like his skin doesn’t limit him anymore, he can just step out of it and step into someone else.

He clenched his jaw and took off his white trousers kicking them into a corner. Standing there in his tight white swimming shorts, shirt completely unbuttoned but one, Finn felt hot and sexy and nobody could deny that. “Now, where’s that bubble bath?”

[kai--thompson-blog]

wildlife analysis

With a soft groan, Kai arched his back and stretched out his arms above his head. His shirt rode up, exposing the lower half of his stomach. Goosebumps erupted across the exposed skin as the cold night air brushed across it. It felt so good to move even if it was just a little bit. He had been sitting there for hours. But patience was a virtue and what Kai was going to experience was definitely worth it. 

He looked up at the sky, seeing the full moon. There was something magical about the full moon. Some spells that were cast during the full moon harnessed more power. Potions brewed in moonlight tended to have a strong effect. And then there was the effects of the full moon on some magical creatures. It was fascinating. And he was going to experience that, Kai glanced down at his watch, a grin spreading across his face, right now.

There was a soft nuzzling sound. Kai imagined it was moving leaves and nesting material out of the way. Then a soft pitter patter of feet against the cool, hard ground. Kai waited with bated breath and he wasn’t disappointed when it finally emerged out from its burrow. A mooncalf.

He tried to contain his excitement. He didn’t want to scare it away. But this was his first time seeing one and it was...well, it was adorable. He couldn’t help the tiny squeal that slipped past his lips. And the mooncalf noticed him. It turned his head and studied Kai. Probably trying to figure out if he was friend or foe. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. No. There was no need to panic. He reached out a hand slowly and let the creature sniff at his fingers. And then it leaned forward and nuzzled his hand.

Kai melted.

[marsden-valor-blog]

Spell Invention had to be Valor’s favorite subject so far. From the few classes he’d had that first day, Professor Royce had blown him away and made him that much more interested in learning. It was a refreshing feeling, to be excited to learn. To want to learn more. He’d forgotten what that was like while working his regular bakery job and trying to simply get by on that. Though he still always wanted to bake, it was just nice to have something new in the mixture of things.

Valor was now sitting by the Pond, munching on a basket of fries he’d gotten from the nearby Galla Fish and Chips, all the while reviewing the Syllabus that was given out on the first day, as usual classes handed out. He read it over and munched on his mustard and ketchup smothered fries while enjoying the sounds of the Koi Fish jumping out of the pond to catch flies that flew close to the surface. He was simply enjoying the peaceful atmosphere when another student coming pulled his attention to them. “’Ey there.” He greeted, feeling friendly enough to say a hello as he munched on another fry.

[derrickcoriander]

easy boy

“WOOO!” The music flowed through him and the lights warmed his skin. The crowd thrashing around him was a comfort that Derrick constantly yearned for. He hollered and jumped in time to the beat, his arms flinging wildly above his head. His hair was slick with sweat and his legs felt like jelly but he didn’t stop moving and he didn’t care. He didn’t have one care in the world once he slipped through the doors of Deja Vu. How could he? This was paradise.

Hands slid across his body as the song continued. He was pulled to the left and then to the right. He felt someone’s hair brushed across his face and he lazily opened his eyes to see a petite girl dancing in front of him. Someone was behind him, screaming the lyrics to the song into his ear. Derrick continued on feeling out the beat and letting the club music take over his body. By the time the song ended, he felt dead tired and his throat screamed for some kind of lubrication. He peeled himself away from his new friends and made his way off of the dance floor and to the bar.

Squeezing himself in between two occupied bar stools, Derrick waved down the bartender and ordered a dirty Shirley with extra cherries and iced water. The bartender looked busy so he didn’t expect his drink that quickly. With a soft sigh, the Slytherin turned and leaned his back against the bar and looked out into the crowd of people. He studied the people sitting at the bar on either side of him and he looked at the people moving together on the dance floor. It was beautiful and exactly the kind of escape he needed. Except for…

The person sitting on a bar stool to his left. Derrick wouldn’t describe them as sad looking. How could he? They were a complete stranger to him. But they were giving off vibes that weren’t suitable for club life and a situation like this was something he couldn’t ignore. So he turned towards them, tapping his finger next to their empty glass. “Want another?” Derrick questioned while tugging his lower lip between his teeth and smirking at the other. “On my tab?” He didn’t want for an answer and instead flagged the bartender down again, who was already on their way over with Derrick’s drink. It was placed in front of him and he grinned his pearly whites at the bartender “And another for my new friend here..” He turned and rested his hand comfortably on their shoulder. “What was it you were drinking…?”

[jack-barrett-accio-blog]

Party Favors

Since being back on Hogwarts grounds, this was the first time Jack finally felt back in his element. The music was pumping, the people were dancing, there was a beer in one hand, a joint in the other, and a giant smile on his face. He’d forgotten the extra excitement magic brought to a party. Enchanted things flying over one way, people who had clearly used some kind of spell to look the special kind of sexy they were flaunting and there was just that magical buzz that the muggle world would never even know about. In that moment taking it all in he wasn’t sure what he had been thinking trying to return to the muggle world after school. He should have actually applied himself in school, tried to make something of his life and escape his past, joined the Wizarding World where he belonged, but that’s why he was back. He wanted to make up for it, but that didn’t mean giving up the money and lifestyle he’d become accustomed to. He’d already had a few people find him for the precious substances hidden in his pockets, and he knew that soon enough those in need would know to find him so he just sat back, waited, and tried to enjoy the party. He took a hit of the joint and passed it to the person to the left, wanting to be friendly and also sample his wares just in case anyone was interested. “Ya wan’ some?” he asked prompting the individual to either take it or pass so he could offer to the others around standing by. 

[brighteyedaubrey-blog]

black out days

The music moved through them. The alcohol coursed through their body. It felt good to let loose and be carefree. Usually Aubrey preferred to spend their free evenings tending to their plants or at Blue Brick. But tonight they wanted to drink and dance. 

Speaking of drinking. It was definitely time for another.

Aubrey left the crowd of tangled bodies and made their way over to the bar. They managed to easily flag the bartender down, ordered, and then waited. Aubrey tapped their fingers against the top of the bar. Hmm. What they needed was someone to dance with. Plucking a cherry from behind the bar quickly enough that the bartender didn’t notice, Aubrey turned around and scanned the crowd for someone fun. Most people were already coupled up. Discouraging but Aubrey didn’t panic. At least, not right away.

Aubrey was interrupted by a tap on their shoulder. They turned and saw the bartender slide two filled shot glasses across the bar. Perfect. Aubrey grabbed both and turned back around just in time as someone walked past them. At this point, they didn’t care who it was as long as they could get a dancing partner out of it. “Oy!” They called out, stepping away from the bar and towards the other. “How about a shot for a dance?”