#crxzach

[crxalex-blog1]

@crxzach

He sat down next to Winston, sipping his drink. He had just come back from talking to some girls. "Those girls were so clingy, which I guess is hot cause they were hot but it's just... they were so boring" he sighs, looking at his friend. "It's too easy you know, being this good looking. I can get anyone I want and where's the fun in that" he could see his friend rolling his eyes. "you know it's true" he winked jokingly, "I could even make a straight guy fall for me, actually that would be a fun project". "Alex don't" his friend objected, "Alex yes, challenge accepted" Alex said with a wide smile, scanning the room for a target despite Winston trying to talk him out of it. A lot of familiar faces at the party but picking a friend would a weird and someone he knew hates him weirder.

Winston was still trying to talk him out of it when a familiar face across the room caught his eye. Alex had stopped listening a while ago and the alcohol he had consumed blocked whatever common sense he had. He downed his drink. "I'll see you tomorrow" he smiled at his friend and got up, walking towards his chosen victim. A pretty neutral guy in Alex's book, a perfect choice, and he even knew the guy's name.

"Hey" he put on his charming smile as he approached the other. "Zach right? How come we have never partied together?" he looked into Zach's eyes as he talked to him, having his smile on the whole time. He searched in his memory for something he knew about the guy. "I guess you quidditch players are usually busy training" he put his hand on Zach's arm as he leaned in closer, whispering almost "don't tell anyone but I always root for you", letting his hand linger on Zach's arm.

[crxdevin]

.inconvenient hiccups.

@crxzach

the world isn’t big enough. hogwarts is too small, and the population is much too dense. there’s crowds of people scattered in all her usual areas. the common room; overcome with her house mates. the courtyard; a crowd of first-years being obnoxiously loud. even the clocktower staircase, a spot she normally finds blissfully empty, is being occupied by a much-too-comfortable couple.

devin isn’t sure her face will ever lose its red color after what she’s seen.

so she ends up in the library, which is naturally full of students. she rarely comes to this place unless she needs something because it is the last place to go if she wants to be alone. however, at the very least, the people here will be quiet and that’s all she can ask for today it seems. 

finding as much as a secluded corner as she can, devin tucks herself into the shadow of a stack and picks up where she left off in her book. 

the novel is something mild today, more mystery than anything, but she still gets absorbed. the stillness of the library helps as she’s pulled deeper and deeper into tense, twining plots. she’s hanging on the cusp of the syllable and her heart slows as she holds her breath.

so, when the voices of students, coming her way, breaks the quiet, devin huffs out the-once building tension. looking up in pensive agitation, she sees the group of them, settling down at the table located near the end of the stack she’s curled up against. they aren’t being particularly loud or anything, but all noises compared to the silence she was just enjoying is just as abrasive. 

and, as if their presence isn’t enough, she spots a familiar face that makes her lips press together in a line. zachery lee. she doesn’t exactly hate him yet her feelings are far from liking. instead, her thoughts towards the gryffindor are best described by saying she has a distaste for his type. it is obvious he spends more time practicing quidditch than actually studying and watching someone waste their potential here is baffling and maddening all at once. surely, he could learn quidditch at home.

it’s when he looks up and their eyes make contact that devin realizes that she’s been staring at him. smoothing out her face from whatever look she’s given him, she continues to make eye contact before pointedly looking away. she isn’t a child, so she refuses to flinch away as if she’s been caught.

even though she has.  

[crxfelix]

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✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

Félix’s handwriting is an absolute, complete mess - to call it a chicken scrawl would be a compliment. He usually writes hastily because he’s not one to take diligent notes in class, and as long as he can read them later on (with some effort), he doesn’t see any need to put in additional effort. Pretty writing is for people with far more time on their hands than he has.

[crxcas]

— an exception.

@crxzach:

it’s a nice day to be outside, he thinks. even if he isn’t one for outdoor things like attending quidditch matches, he finds himself outdoors a little more often to get away from the suffocating atmosphere of the ravenclaw house common room. it’s almost laughable—almost. a third of those in his house clamoring and competing for the best marks and then another third going about their days without much care for studying because they’ve got eidetic memories and have already read the material months in advance, and then the final third that are those who don’t really care too much for their grades and would rather live creatively than academically—castor is among the third cluster of students, but only in the realm of reading, writing, painting, and drawing his life away.

with his back pressed into the hollow of a tree in the courtyard, he bides his time with a heavy tome from the library—he devours the information while occasionally nibbling at the snacks he has stored in the bag beside him. the world passes around him as he flips through the pages without much care or thought. nobody comes up to him, nobody bothers him. well, at least not until he’s halfway through the book.

he doesn’t notice at first, the sudden shadow cast over him despite being alone and under a tree—he naively assumes that it’s the clouds until he glances away from the book and sees the hard outline of a figure standing behind him. it surprises him, honestly. he jumps a little and then whips his neck around to be greeted with a much taller, much more imposing figure. he blinks and raises his brow. “you’re blocking my reading light.” he offers monotonously.

[crhooter]

[ #6kebABS tagged #felixfelicis ( @crxfelix​ ​) in a photo ]

stole felix’s camera heh 😈