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[miramei]

“Did you set your alarm?”

“I Incendio’d it.”

“You incendioed your alarm ravens!?”

“...no I actually use alarm clocks. Awfully useful and annoying, those things.”

Astrid feels vaguely like she would like to strangle Jared. Jared sighs as he thinks about how he has to ask his parents to buy him another clock.

[miramei]

lixelated replied to your post: This song is causing me emotional pain.

which song? The last sad song rec you gave me was great writing music

Breathe, by Superchick

Always happy to provide sad song recs. ;;v;;

[miramei]

Jared somehow gets his hands on an ouija board and brings it to Muggle Studies. Chaos ensue.

[miramei]

Do Jared! he's super cool, clearly

Coolest of the cool 8′D

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod

Jared’s iPod would be a disaster of assorted funky music and several playlists of bird sounds. In the midst of this mess you can dig out a couple of more serious songs. Maybe.

Uptown Funk (in which Jared is secretly meme trash)

Signal 30

Run

The one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to.

The windowseat in his dorm room. Which normally wouldn’t be a bad thing, except for Jared’s habit of keeping one of the windows open a crack at nearly all times. There is much concern about him actually falling out of Ravenclaw Tower when he naps at the window.

The game they’d destroy everyone else at.

Jenga.

The emoticon they’d use most often.

(`･⊝･´)

I can also see him abusing the sparkles and animal emojis.

What they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep.

Jared actually gets more jittery and active the less sleep he gets. He’s constantly readjusting himself and tapping his fingers on his desk and is generally very fidgety.

Their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. Or mornings. Or whenever.

Spiced milk and honey.

How they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump.

He’ll go for walks! Currently, his favorite haunts are along the shores of the lake or at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

What they wanted to be when they grew up.

For the longest time he wanted to work in the Owl Post. Before that he wanted to be a professional Quidditch player, but then he got a toy broom and subsequently crash-landed it within the hour and so died his dreams of professional sports.

Their favorite kind of weather.

Grey. He really likes the overcast days where there’s several different shades of gray in the clouds.

If he’s indoors and perched on the windowseat in the dorms then rainy days and clear nights with bright moons are his favorite.

Thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)

Like how crows are actually songbirds, Jared should probably not sing. Ever.

How/what they like to draw or doodle

Jared likes doodling line patterns. He can fill up an entire margin with various backgrounds of line patterns when he should be taking notes.

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Happy Accidents (Supposedly)

It is two weeks into Jared’s third year, and he has already successfully turned the cauldron he and Astrid share for Potions into a model volcano. It is, of course, not supposed to be a model volcano. It is supposed to be a Girding Potion.

“Maybe those were the wrong seahorses,” Jared says, sounding astonished even to his own ears as he eyes the fiery marvel in front of him. Belatedly he realizes that it couldn’t possibly have been the wrong seahorses--Astrid had sent him back to the cupboard twice to exchange ingredients before they had even started. Must have been the stirring then. Or the heat. Or both--those were tricky parts. He turns his eyes away from the still-going model volcano to tell this to Astrid.

Considering that it’s this early in the term and the entire class is looking at their disaster, it’s predictable that Astrid looks ready to throw him into a real volcano. Given the way that she’s clutching her wand, knuckles pressed firmly against the tabletop, she might also be contemplating practicing the shrinking charm so that she can throw him into the model volcano. Whichever was easier.

She does not shrink him, and she does not hex him into next week. Instead, she sucks in an audible breath through her teeth, killing their model volcano with a wave of her wand and a murmur of “Glacius.” It’s a new charm that they’d just started working on last week, so what is conjured is more cold slush than ice, and Astrid’s face pinches up like she had come across an earthworm flavored Bertie Bott’s bean.

“Would it hurt you, Upton,” she says, looking pained, “to at least look a little bit sorry?”

“I think I’d be more sorry if our cauldron had just started emitting orange and green smoke like Ledi’s table over there,” Jared says pleasantly, nodding to the classmates in question. They scramble to salvage their cauldron before the overcooked concoction in it can explode. “I think what we had qualified more as a happy accident.”

"You are going to cost us points,” she hisses, and she’s right. Slughorn deducts 5 points from Ravenclaw for the two of them and their volcano disrupting class, but it’s significantly less than the ten each from Ledi’s table after their cauldron finally does the inevitable and explodes in a shower of green sparks and some suspicious orange sponge substance. Jared thanks the sputtering mess that was once the model volcano and before that, Astrid’s cauldron.

“We’re going to have to stay after to redo the potion that was assigned as review,” she sighs, and she’s right. They’re told to stay after class next Tuesday so that they can make a proper Girding Potion like they had been taught at the end of Second Year. Jared looks vaguely sorry at this, because it messes up his plans to push off his History of Magic homework to the last possible moment.

“You need to stop threatening my grades so early in the term!” Astrid laments after they’re let out and moving on to Charms.

“Half the class has to stay after next Tuesday to redo it, so your marks are going to be fine,” Jared says reasonably. Astrid does not share his sentiments, though, and even though her Freezing Charm doesn’t successfully turn out ice, she still looks far too smug when her spell misses the bowl of water that Flitwick has them practicing on and Jared ends up dripping and cold.

[radishalien]

lixelated replied to your post: I NOW HAVE MY OWN COMPUTER. HELL YES.

now your room can have a hellish red glow while you sleep~

YESSSSSS It's not in my bedroom, but it'll be delightfully creepy to see that if I have to get up in the middle of the night for anything!

[miramei]

There are hundreds of ravens around my school campus so it's getting me thinking about Jared.

Jared sitting on the windowsill in the dorm and scaring his roommate half to death when the other boy wakes up in the middle of the night to find him perched there with a raven on his knee. Jared napping on grumpy Astrid while on the Hogwarts Express. Jared getting a package in the owl post and the package smacking him in the forehead. Jared in festive Christmas sweaters while he has his usual look of utter exhaustion. Ravens in matching sweaters.

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Jared things

Named Jared Upton. Can be called Jeri on occasion. Also known as Raven Boy throughout the school.

Half-blood with a pure-blood witch mother and a Muggle father. His mother is English and his father is Welsh--Jared grew up predominantly in his father's hometown in a small village in north Wales.

His mother is a healer at St. Mungo's. His father is a wildlife veterinarian.

His mother's family is predominantly Slytherin, but Jared was sorted into Ravenclaw. He doesn't particularly mind--the dungeons don't sound really comfortable and it probably would not be ideal to open the windows down there.

Owns a 12 1/4 inch hawthorn wand, phoenix feather core. It's surprisingly swishy and twirling it idly in his fingers to listen to it swish has quickly developed into one of his unbreakable habits.

Has perpetual dark bags under his eyes. No amount of rest seems to be able to get rid of them.

On good days he looks tired. On bad days he can almost pass as a hunted animal.

Currently a third year at Hogwarts. Taking Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies as his electives. Primarily uses Muggle Studies to spread odd rumors about the daily lives of Muggles and derive entertainment from the purebloods' confused reactions.

Has a habit of sleeping with the window slightly open even in the dead of winter so that his birds can come and go as they please. You can easily tell which bed is Jared's by the number of ravens perched on the posts and rails in the morning.

Is always accompanied by at least one raven or other corvid.

Appears to have a knack for all types of birds, but ravens and raven-like birds are by far his favorite. He claims he's gotten good at handling them by tagging along with his father when he went out on his veterinary rounds as a child, but he's been attracted to the birds (and vice versa) since even before he could remember.

His best subject is Charms. His favorite is Defense Against the Dark Arts. He is surprisingly efficient at duelling (which he holds a personal interest in) and potion making (which stems from helping his mother make drafts back at home). Hates Herbology.

Writes with either raven feather quills or ballpoint pens and pencils. Can also occasionally be found peddling charmed Muggle writing instruments to other students.

The first time he met Astrid was when he was a first year on the Hogwarts Express. They probably could have shared a cabin in relative peace if he had only kept his mouth shut from remarking about her owl. Since then they've bumped into each other frequently enough in classes that they ended up being partners in Potions on many occasions.

Does not always follow the Potions books, especially if it's for making healing potions and tonics. For these, he prefers instead to go off of experience he's gained brewing with his mother, which never ceases to annoy Astrid.

It only further irritates her when he does it and the potion goes horribly wrong, which happens more often than either of them care to admit.

Cannot fly on a broom to save anyone's life, including his own. Consequently, is not very interested in Quidditch, although he'll usually let himself get dragged down to the stands when the weather's nice.