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[demetrius-haggarty]

Demetrius (Meech) Haggarty

Ooc: Thank you to @kiwiplaetzchen for the wonderful templates! About Demetrius / His looks. Same Character ID but for better readability below ⬇️

[demetrius-haggarty]

*You find two letters on your pillow.*

Meech! I know you are friends with Theodora. Would you do me a favour and give her the letter for me? Unfortunately I am too shy... Thank you!

Dear Theodora, I think you are a wonderful person, inside and out. I really like you. -- M.

'Not too shy to sneak into my room I see...' Meech muses as he eyes the second letter but does not open it.

What goes on between other people is none of his business. He simply brings the letter to Shrub Club the same day and passes it to @theodoradevlin with a brief explaination.

'Please, tell me if it's actually a mean letter. I will have to have a talk with that student...'

[demetrius-haggarty]

*Somebody whispers from behind you:*

"I would kiss you, but I just washed my hair.

*But as soon as you turn around, nobody's there.*

Meech catches @theodoradevlin eye.

'Did you... See who it was?'

Meech looks tired. Very very tired. He mouths 'Help...'

[demetrius-haggarty]

After Felix was done with lunch, he stood up, brushing crumbs off his robes with an absentminded flick of his wrist, and surveyed the bustling Great Hall. The clatter of plates and the hum of chatter filled the room, but his focus was solely on the Gryffindor table.

His eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on his friend. With a smile tugging at his lips, the tall Ravenclaw made his way over, weaving through the maze of students and benches.

Without a moment's hesitation, Felix clapped the Gryffindor's shoulder, a broad smile lighting up his face. "Hey Meech! Ready to go?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting.

"I couldn't find the measuring tape," he confessed, scratching the back of his head. "But I'm sure we'll figure something out to find out how tall you are. Don't worry."

The Gryffindor yelped at the sudden invasion of his personal space. He let go of his spoon in the middle of bringing it to his mouth and grabbed Felix' wrist on an instinct. The spoon fell into his bowl and splashed the soup all over Meech' shirt and surroundings but the Gryffindor payed it no attention.

Demetrius quickly glanced to the side and then up just as a familiar Ravenclaw greeted him. The wizard breathed out in relief.

'Hi, Felix,' he replied and loosened the tight grip he had on his friend. 'Sorry about that, I've been bombarded by some... touchy admirers as of late. Puts me on edge. There is no escape, Felix, no escape...'

The last sentence was a sad whisper of a man haunted by his present. Meech solemnly turned to look at what was left of soup and frowned after noticing the state of his shirt. He got his wand out hesitantly and focused on a few spots he could see. They've been over this, a simple cleaning charm is well within Meech's capabilities.

With a cleaning charm, the most visible soup spots disappeared from his shirt but the boy still frowned. He would always know the broth was on it. Always.

'We already know that I am close to you in height. I am saddened to know that even Montrose was unable to land us his measuring tools. How about a simple ruler? We find a doorframe, mark how tall we are and find the difference between your height and mine?'

[demetrius-haggarty]

*pokes you with my cucumber*

'What... What did you do that for?'

Meech looks at the cucumber in your hand rather than at your face.

'Perhaps you want to help me with harvesting?'

[demetrius-haggarty]

Hey, Gryffindor!

*A non-descript figure of a student calls you before taking out a deck of Tarot cards.*

I've been watching you.

*They start shuffling the deck. Despite the hood of a Ravenclaw cloak covering most of their face, you can tell that they are staring right at you. Suddenly, they lift up the top card and pretty much press the image into your face.*

Is this your card?

'You have?'

Meech thickly swallows: he feels uneasy upon hearing that a not-at-all-ominous hooded figure has been watching him. He knows he has visible scars, he is tall and stands out even among the adults in Irondale because of his strong build. But those are physical qualities. Meech can never escape curious looks even if he tries to make himself appear smaller and avoid eye contact.

But what prompted the Ravenclaw to come up to him with divination props specifically? He has heard of this notorious mysterious hooded figure before but never thought them to have any interest in him. They don't even share the class.

Demwtrius flinches when a card is pressed into his face but automatically takes it. He knows nothing about Tarot cards: the year they went over them in Divinations he was mostly absent. Be it physically or mentally.

'Strength?' he asks, unsure of what it means, and awkwardly returns the card. 'I am sorry, I do not understand. I am strong, does that count?'

[demetrius-haggarty]

Meech, do you know how to milk a cow?

I do, is this not normal? Our hamlet is small. Not all cows feel comfortable being milked with magic at first so I help out our neighbors sometimes. Until cows gets used to being milked. And even then, a few older witches do not mind if I'm the one taking the cows out from time to time. There is nothing like cold milk on a hot summer day as a reward!