#p:hugo

[kathleenzhao]

@kznyc: How Euros deal with having to spend more than a connecting flight’s worth of time in New York City. Cope harder. 😘 @hugobergqvist 

[madnessofmichelle-blog]

{Treasure Hunt}

It had taken Michelle far to long to follow through on this. It wasn’t totally her fault, she reminded herself as she paced in front of the bench. There had been homework, and she had to keep up with her reading, and of course there had been the quiddich match. Okay, she’d admit that the last excuse was a bit of a stretch. But it wasn’t like Hugo had come out of his way to mention a time either.

That last thought made her bit her lip, it wasn’t fair of her to put an equal burden of responciblilty on Hugo. That’s just not how things worked. She had to be the one to make the plans, she had to follow through. And she had, afterall. She got Lily alone and convinced her to take a note to Hugo, despite how much she clearly hated Michelle she took it.

Though, Michelle stopped pacing for a second and sank down onto the bench, a sickening thought coming to her mind all at once, maybe she hadn’t given it to Hugo after all. Maybe she just burned it up or laughed about it or even showed it to a teacher. Or maybe she was holding it for blackmail. Each successive idea made Michelle’s stomach drop even further. She should just leave, he was late already, he’s not coming.

[jamesamael-archive]

Birthday Love || Hugo & Jame

Jame bounded through his room, sticky note placed carefully in his pocket, eyes searching the place but still not able to find the source of all these wonderful gifts. He’d checked the kitchen once he’ed fond the cake, he’d checked Hugo’s own room where he’d found the sweaters, and then his room where he’d found the books. Still, no Hugo. But all these wonderful, wonderful gifts and birthday notes that he would cherish forever. He was overwhelmed. So very overwhelmed that someone had even remembered. Jame certainly hadn’t.. but of course Hugo would. Where was he?

His ears twitched as he listened intently for any sound, and indication that he was in the apartment. Coming home to all these things was... Jame was quite literally breathless. And watery-eyed. Surely Hugo wouldn’t not be here on his birthday night if he had planned all this? But then he heard it... a subtle, but present heart beat coming from the first bathroom. He smiled, walking to the small room quietly. Behind the shower curtain. He could definitely hear breathing behind the shower curtain. Pushing it back slowly, he found a pair of warm brown eyes gazing up at him and melted instantly. “Did you think you could hide from me forever?” he smiled. 

[hope-for-holly-blog]

pastels \\ hugo&holly

Holly stood in the kitchen, by the sink, and was filling it up with some water. She was going to make some pasta for Hugo and her. She still felt weird using the kitchen of his house- well his parents house. She felt horrible that he still lived in his parents house, a house that was full of memories his parents. Her heart hurt for him deeply, and she just wished she could take his hidden pain away. “Hu-Hugo!” She exclaimed, hoping he heard her. Even if she yelled, her voice was never very loud.

[noahparkerwtf]

Sleepy drunk? || Hugo ♛ Noah ||

Noah sat in his room with is lap top pulled up on his lap, He had just finished replying to the essay length-ed email from his little sister,he had to admit ,as much as he hated the rest of his family he did love his sister and it kills him that he doesn't get to see her but that's just another reason he drown his sorrows out with alcohol. He closed the lid down and took a look at the watch on his wrist smiling to himself as he remembered Hugo was coming over, Hugo was a funny lad, cheeky, mischievous, he always had a huge smile on his face and he admired that about the boy, he also admired the cute dimples that would show up when he did so.

He decided it was time he started getting ready, he wasn't going to overdress or anything,knowing Hugo wouldn't care and they were only going to be drinking in this room, so instead of keeping on the trackpants he had dropped a bit of ice-cream on earlier he took them off and put on a different pair, they were navy blue and and a bit baggier than the last ones he had on, and he always considered baggier better. He picked up a baggy white t-shirt and slipped it on, the sleeves were long on him and reached the middle of his arm, he would have preferred to wear a jumper but it was way too hot for that. He looked at himself in the mirror, disappointed by what he saw, as always but he settled knowing it wouldn't get better at least the fat he claims covers his body is slightly concealed. He was excited to get to drinking because although he didn't eat very much at all drinking was the only thing his body accepted,knowing he would throw it all up the next morning it was the only thing he allowed himself to have.

[panwithawand-blog]

Happy thoughts can make you fly // Nigo

Nina sat, her hair whipped by the wind on the top of north tower. She still wasn't sure this was a good idea. The last time she had seen Hugo was a bit... mad. She'd kissed him, properly kissed him. Was that better than fighting? At least she knew what she was supposed to do after a fight. She was supposed to say sorry and make it up to him. But what were you supposed to do after you've told you're best mate you'll never be his and you snog him?

Her answer was get a bottle of fairy dust and jump of the highest tower in school for the fun of it. She had always wanted to be remembered, always said she'd do it one day. And she'd promised to let him jump too. A tight not clenched in her stomach as she paced, because she was so worried it would all have changed. Would Hugo try and bring it up? Would he ask her what the bloody hell she was thinking? Well, the truth was she hadn't been thinking. And that was the long and the short of it.

Taking out her wand and un-stoppering the bottle in her hands. Maybe this would be something she'd be best off doing alone.

[panwithawand-blog]

Freezing my fingers off // Nigo

Nina stood in the corridor, blanket wrapped over her shoulders and blowing on her fingers. No fire in her common room meant this was normal, her standing outside Gryffindor tower and begging them to let her in and warm enough. If she was lucky then Rose would still be up with a book, maybe even Molly or Lily with her so that they could chat. But she liked it best when Hugo had managed to stay awake too, that way they could get some serious planning done too.

Trouble trotted along at her heels, a string of toilet paper giving away the fact she'd tipi-ed that Astronomy teachers office earlier in the day, but he wouldn't let go on it. That dog never seemed to stop eating random rubbish.

Standing awkwardly opposite a dozing fat lady and whistling, she smiled as she saw the face of her best mate come to let her in. "I owe you one Huey." 

[molly-the-second-blog]

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas || Hugo & Molly

Molly double checked her shopping list, that was getting longer and longer each year, she didn't even want to think about when everyone would be married and started having kids. The shopping lists would become taller than her and that wasn't an easy fate. With her list tucked into the back pocket of her jeans, she poked her thumbs through her well worn Christmas jumper, wrapped her scarf around her neck and said goodbye to Jessica who was just returning from breakfast and made her way through the crowded common room. One of the things Molly had always loved about being in Ravenclaw was that people were always around. Most of the time they didn't want to be disturbed but there was always someone there to talk to if you needed it. The castle was slowly beginning to wake up and she ran into more people than she expected on her way down to the entrance hall. She was so worried that she was going to be late that she ended up running down the last two flights of stairs and came to a sliding halt in the hall, only to realise that Hugo was nowhere in sight. Molly only had to wait two minutes before she saw Hugo make his way down the opposite staircase and Molly raised her hand to wave. "Hugo, my favourite youngest cousin! Ready to go?" she asked, pulling her jacket around her, ready to brace the cold Scottish weather.