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[never-exactly-grown-up-blog]

Titles Are For Pirates | Peter + Chase

Middle of the night and once again Peter was bored. Hey, what a shocker. When was he not bored? That was rare in this place. Normally at night he'd be flying around trying to find the right star to get him to the second star which would lead him home but he decided to take a night off. Due to the fact that sometimes when you're not looking for lost things, they tend to get unlost when you aren't looking and fall right into your lap. Not that Peter wanted a star to fall into his lap. That would hurt. At least he thought that might hurt. A star is a ball of fire after all. "Would that hurt..?" He asked himself. "Yes! That would hurt." He matter-of-factually-answered himself.

That insightful conversation with himself ended and he was once again left with the dilemma of what to do. His brain racked, trying to remember who he'd met around here that had seemed not too put off by him and more importantly-- fun. He hadn't met everyone yet so his memory had a limited selection and he was sure most of them were asleep. But not all. Someone had to be awake. But he'd never see from this low on the ground. So he shot up into the sky and landed on a roof, perching right on the edge looking more gargoyle than boy and scanned the streets underneath himself.

Mostly he saw people he didn't know. And for a moment, all seemed hopeless. Peter let out a frustrated sigh but then, then his eyes caught a glimpse of a head of curly hair. So far, he'd only met one person with hair that curly. A boy like that anyways. And that person was by far not boring. Peter opened his mouth and cupped his hands around his lips so he could call out to Chase but after a second, decided against it. He didn't want to wake anyone. So he stood up and leapt into the air, choosing instead to fly right behind where the other boy was. He hovered in the air behind him for a moment, not making a sound, then lightly flicked the back of Chase's ear. And before the boy could turn around, Peter flew up. Just a little bit. So he was above him and not directly behind him. So as not to be seen. Not right away anyway.

[hestiajonesing]

Get Out Of Jail Free Card | Chase & Hestia

After months of peace and quiet, Hestia had been certain that the detention she didn't think she deserved had been taken away and erased from everyone's records and memories. Unfortunately for her, when Professor Slughorn was cleaning out his office after the holidays (he really had wonderful organization skills), he'd found the slip with her detention on it and saw fit to see to it straight away. And so, many months after being out a minute past curfew and caught by an irritated ex-boyfriend, Hestia found herself cleaning out supplies in one of the potions classrooms in the dungeons after dinner one evening. And, though she couldn't think of a single night she would elect to be there, it was as if she had been placed there on the worst night possible.

Hestia had been having the absolute worst week of her life and this detention business certainly wasn't helping. She was trying not to worry about her mum and sister. They did owl every day, after all, and she knew things were going well, considering the circumstances. But between the aftermath of this month's full moon, and Ted and Lucinda keeping things from her, she absolutely beside herself. And that was in the few free moments she had where she didn't have to concentrate on her course work. Frustrated, Hestia let out a mix between an exasperated sigh and a grunt. She wiped her forehead, pushed up her sleeves, and went back to polishing a set of scales. At least until she heard someone in the doorway. Expecting it to be Filch or one of the professors, she put a fake smile on her face and wheeled around. She was surprised to see Chase Reed there instead.

"Chase, what are you doing?" Hestia hissed, searching the corridor behind him. "If one of the professors sees you here, you'll get us both in trouble."

[bettybraithwaite]

Firewhiskey's boring || Betty & Chase

Betty was in a good mood as she dropped her Hogsmeade shopping on her bed, threw a bag of sweets over onto Emmeline's bed, and then rummaged through her bags looking for the rum she'd bought. She felt like it had been ages since she'd last had anything to drink and so tonight she was forcing Chase to join her with a glass or two... or more likely, a bottle or two. Taking a swig of the rum to check that it tasted alright, she then shoved it into a spare satchel bag along with a packet of jelly slugs and some mints. She pulled her hair out of the band which she'd tied it up with in the village, running a brush through it quickly and then headed out of the dorm.

She slipped across to the boys' staircase without being seen easily and headed up until she reached the 6th year dorm. She knocked gently on the door and then let herself in without waiting for a response anyway. "Evening, gorgeous," she said. "Look what I've got!" She pulled the rum out of her bag, holding it up for Chase to see. She sat down on one of the beds, putting her rum on the bedside table, and raised an eyebrow at him. "Well then? Where's this vodka you want me to try?"