#hufflepffs

[lockhcrts]

  ❝          i  keep  going  to  the  river  to  pray        ,            ❞            HE  SPEAKS  THE  BITTER  TRUTH            wrapped  underneath  the  slightest  of  smiles        .                ❝          simply  because  i  need  something  that  can  wash  away  the  pain        .            ❞  

            @hufflepffs​       //      ♡

[lifesliced-a]

his robes are a bit too long, hair a bit too messy, and wand certainly lacking at the strapped side of his hip. fujita akira wearily makes his way into the library to study for the classes, the very few classes, he can actually participate in. to watch is not to love, and certainly is not to learn. no, types like him, non-magic folk gifted inherently opposite of a muggle, are meant to stay in the shadows. field agents between worlds is the most exciting his life will get —— and even that is a dull, tiresome routine. nothing exciting happens to squibs. he’s used to this by now, not allowed to study with his classmates back home, but accepted instead to a place that will guide him into a world he doesn’t quite belong in, unable to thrive in the other that lacks the sight. 

to see her, he would think, is to know her. so he does not see her, not at first, but does know of her. they share the same house respectively, black & gold adorned by happenstance, and by character. they’ve spoken over the years, sure, and her presence is not wholly unwelcome in his time in the common room. he lies / he knows her.

keeps low in his profile, and to himself always, as elbows rest across the thick tabletop he’s procured of his own volition. fujita opens his text, a tome of herbology, and one hand runs through his hair as if already exhausted of the subject. looks up for a moment to survey the others —— striking heads of gold and orange and brown —— before their eyes meet. squints at her uncomfortably in his own acknowledgement, and now that the tie is severed, there’s an awkward way he clears space. sure, you can sit with me. 

❝ ... hello. ❞ accent thick, native to an island of the rising sun, and not of the united kingdom’s dreary plains. ❝ i guess good morning. ❞

@hufflepffs​​ liked for a starter with akira!

[mayhemxmugglesxmagic]

@hufflepffs​ || Greg || Closed

” ’ello? ” Greg called, voice low -- wet gravel and cracked concrete in summer cut through the early morning silence. Puddles; muddy and thin revealed his meandering path through the shop. 

It was raining -- had been all week, and Greg was soaked to the bone. He’d been wandering the streets of London, as he did from time to time when the four walls and slanted ceiling of his flat in Nocturne became too much ... when they began to close in like the walls of his cell in Azkaban.

It was the anniversary.                                  It’d been a year since his release from Azkaban, and his life was slightly more stable than it had been when Millie had helped him find a place to stay. He had a job -- a muggle one, but a job all the same. The owners at the club were good people -- for muggles. They paid him more than they should, and didn’t look at him funny when he asked, in their words strange questions. Greg didn’t want to leave them -- not yet, even if there were better opportunities out there that could help get out of the wizarding worlds gutter.  

A sharp pain -- festering flesh burning away from the bone pulled his focus. Teeth on edge, a low hiss of air slipped past chapped lips. Something for the pain -- that’s all he needed. Some small remedy or other... Thick fingers, calloused and dry trailed along a shelf. He should have brought Theo or Draco. They would know what they were looking at, but Greg was beyond lost. 

[prophezeiung]

GASP ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR !!!!!!!!

thank you sm my friend that’s so nice of u 🥺

[lifesliced-a]

gives Akira tea bc she can.

@hufflepffs

she has a gentle way of things, from wand waving to brewing potions & delicacies that are permeate to the nose far better than a witch’s brew. blunt bangs are pressed back, knowing full well he doesn’t belong here. hufflepuffs are, if anything, a kind lot. squibs don’t get sorted, and yet : here he is among them, accepted as if he could spin a silly charm and/or fly amongst them atop quidditch fields. he won’t / he can’t. 

AND YET : she is here with him, cozied up afront the fire, and offering him black tea that tastes sweet, and in that moment he swears it white lotus. 

among the pillows and throws that have made their way to the floor, he leans his head back as the steam flushes through his nose. a scent, a memory, and he tells her something private in native language that only he can understand, but knows she’ll listen with baited intent on rounded knees and gentle arms. i hear you, akira, even if i can’t understand you.

tells her again and again, i don’t deserve this place, and with each talk of the tongue, she holds him tighter. saucer and cup longer forgotten now, half-full in what he imagines once, he would think, half-empty. 

and as good things do, it ends too soon, sneaking back up to their respective dorms of boys & girls before bidding each other goodnight. teacup clutched tight between his fingers, placed thereafter on the center of his single night table as a small reminder. i hear you too, ava.   — @hufflepffs

[lockhcrts]

                       ❛  all i’ve ever wanted to be was useful  ❜                                             @hufflepffs​​

                                      THIS  IS  A  SENTIMENT  HE  UNDERSTANDS              book  placed  down  carefully  on  his  lap              /                  a  single  flick  of  his  hand  closes  it  swiftly          .            blue  eyes  are  soft  when  he  looks  at  her        .          she  reminded  him  of  himself  at  that  age          ,          if  only  ever  so  slightly            (            after  all          ,          he  is  sure  that  she  is  liked  at  least  by  most  students  of  her  house        ,            a  luxury  he  never  quite  got        .          )              soft  is  his  voice  when  he  does  speak        ,          lowered  as  to  not  attract  the  attention  of  the  other  students          .                  ❝          take  a  walk  with  me          ,          miss  cain        .            ❞            he  rises  quickly        ,          swift  strides  leading  them  outside            .          

the  chill  autumn  wind  quickly  shifts  to  something          softer            as  soon  as  he  sits  down  underneath  oak  trees          ,            the  courtyard  abandoned  by  students  and  teachers  alike  with  the  exception  of  them  now      .          ❝          tell  me      ,          why  would  you  ever  think  that  you  were  not  useful        ?          ❞

kind  are  the  eyes  of  the  author  turned  professor        ,          even  if  they  might  contain  a  hint  of  sadness  buried  deeply  underneath  blue        .          ❝          everyone  is  useful        ,        ava          ,        even  when  our  purpose  has  not  laid  itself  out  to  us  yet        ,            that  does  not  mean  that  we  do  not  carry  value  with  us  wherever  we  go        .          ❞          a  pink  cigarette  appears  from  a  silver  adorned  case          /            lit  with  the  quick  snap  of  his  fingers        .            a  moment  to  fill  his  lungs  with  smoke          (          always  hoping  it  will  kill  him  just  a  smidge  quicker  than  life  itself  will          )            ❝          you  don’t  mind        ,        do  you        ?                                  good  girl      .            ❞          he  does  not  wait  for  an  answer        ,          knows  that  he  does  not  really  care  for  her  opinion  on  his  vices    .  

[marblecarved-aa]

@hufflepffs​ sent a question: “ 💬  —  random line for Susan ! ”

source: send  💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

❝ It was there ! ❞ Susan gives Ava a distracted look and  —  once her housemate comes to stand at her side, her gaze wanders once more towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and she raises her arm to point, somewhat vaguely, in the direction where she saw something. It was too quick a flash to fully grasp what happened, but it surprised her so much that she let out a loud gasp, turning towards her housemates as if to ask ‘‘ did you see that ? ’’ only to meet expressions varying from confusion to questioning. ❝ I saw it as clearly as I see you standing there now ! ❞ 

[clevvered-a]

you give warm vibes. warm and sweet. 💕

what's my vibe? | @hufflepffs

everyone's so nice tonight!!! that feeling's def mutual bc you give off those vibes, too.