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randomly, when you're ever wondering what to make, i vote for something with nadia and felix having a boy talk =P

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“You know what I just realised?” Nadia asks, seemingly to the pile of fabric before her, but Felix was long-used to her conversational habits. 

“That all my clothes are fine, actually, and my wardrobe doesn’t need updating?” He tried -- because this was boring, and he never could understand why Nadia thought so many of his clothes were awful. She huffs, picking up one shirt and moving it to another pile. “What did you realise?” 

“Our boyfriends are both giants, but I think that might be the only thing they have in common,” Nadia says, and when she turns to look at him, she’s smirking. “A giant boyfriend is a pretty handy thing, though...” 

Felix has the feeling her trailing off is meant to be some kind of innuendo -- and as course, as soon as he thinks about it, he’s blushing. She laughs, but not meanly, and comes back to sit on the bed, ruffling his hair as she does. “I don’t think I would know anything about that,” he tries. 

“Of course not,” she agrees, with a straight face. “I have so many high shelves for Vinny to reach.” 

“.....This is a weird sex conversation,” Felix states, because someone has to, and Nadia just shakes her head at him. He pauses, looking around at the mess she’s made of his room. She’ll be here for a while now. “I really like it when Luka wears eyeliner,” he confesses, “like, he looks great without? But with it...damn.” 

(When Felix’s mum knocks on the door, a bit later, the two are still sitting on his bed, and they’re talking almost as intently as they used to about secrets. He even looks a bit guilty when she looks in, but that’s probably about the clothes strewn across the floor still.)

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stayathomewriter replied to your post: “a contentum heads up, both from a modly perspective and a personal...”:

Congrats on getting so much done!

thank you! i entered the ~zone and it practically created itself. ❤

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Nova and Lydia 23

Lydia huffed, very quietly, and if Nova hadn’t been sitting next to her, she probably wouldn’t have heard it. She leaned into her, taking the moment to whisper, “you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” Lydia exhaled, and she straightened, looking around to see what the cause of her friend’s annoyance could be. It was an open study hall period, one meant specifically for the upper years after some had complained about all-years making it chaotic. Although Lydia had a book open in front of her, it was from one of her favourite subjects, and as she looked around the room, her eyes settled on Felix and Luka. “That’s the fifth time this hour they keep stopping to swoon at each other.” 

“I didn’t know we were keeping track,” Nova said, and Lydia shrugged, turning the page in her book somewhat loudly. There were quite a few things she could say, but she didn’t think Lydia was looking for advice. “If we were outside, I’d say dump him in the lake,” she kept the him purposefully vague, “but since we’re not, just ignore them.”

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Evan and Bertram 144

It was a good sign they were at the same party, right? (Well, Hogwarts could only contain one party at a time, really but Bertram wouldn’t focus on that.) It meant that they were both grown-up enough to be around each other when they didn’t have to. 

He should congratulate her on their mutual maturity, he decided, and maybe they could keep on talking. They saw each other in the tower all the time, but she was very clearly not talking to him. It could be different now, right? He put down the too-warm beer, and walked over to her. He tapped Evan’s shoulder, putting on a friendly smile. 

When she turned, her face slid from confused to pissed-off, very quickly, and he took a step back. “Get out of my face before I hit you,” Evan snapped, her eyes still wide with hurt. He wasn’t going to give her any reason to follow up on that -- he still mourned the jacket she’d burned.

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felix, nadia, hay ♔

“You’re not a prince,” Nadia said, looking Felix up and down, and then looking at Haz. “And we’re princesses, but you can’t be that cause you’re a boy.” She turned back to the play tea set, fastidious with her imaginary tea. Haz was caught between tea and newcomer, though, glancing between the pair. 

Felix looked crushed. 

“Nadia,” Haz whisper-said, and pointed to the chairs. It was true, they had a lot of stuffed animals. Maybe it would be more fun if he sat down too, but he probably didn’t understand how to play tea. All of the princes Nadia knew wanted to run around and scream, and she didn’t like that very much. Boys were noisy and annoying. 

“I’m?” He squeaked, and the two girls looked at him. “I mean. My dad, he knows lots of royalty! He’s talking to your dads right now.” 

“Big deal,” Nadia huffed, rolling her eyes as Haz lit up, grinning. 

“So we can be friends!”  

“Haz, no,” she whined, but the younger girl had already made a chair free for Felix, pulling him down and putting a cup in his hand. “….okay, but you have to pretend the tea. And you have to put your pinky out and you call us princess and we’ll call you Mr. Felix, okay?” 

Felix might’ve been listening like his life depended on it.

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evan & bertram ☢

“Oh no,” Bertram says, just as Evan finishes her knife check. She straightens up, looking at him, then past him to the pilot. “I don’t think we’re the right team for this,” he says, looking away. They never said anything when they gave you a mission, just that they thought you’d be right for it. His admission earns him a flat gaze.

“I agree,” she adds, and of course she does. The last time they saw each other, she was in charge of the rope lowering him down into the museum’s roof, and he’d been the one stupid enough to break up with her during the pre-planning. “Our last mission was shit,” Evan argues, and that’s the thing. She’s bold, and she isn’t afraid to speak out, and even for an organization of spies, she’s one of the sneakiest. “He shouldn’t be allowed out.” 

“Me?” He can’t help but interrupt. “You were the one who cut the rope!” 

Before Bertram can blink, she’s right in his face. “Nobody cut any rope. You left me dangling, so I returned the favour.” Despite her slight frame, her proximity and the fact she has at least seven knives on her make him leery of correcting anything. 

“Agent Pritchard,” the pilot snaps, and just as quickly as she came, she went. As she took position at the front, he went to the back and tried not to think too hard about the possibility of her throwing him out of an open airplane. 

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owen + yellow

7 facts about his childhood

1. it was chaotic. 

2. no really it was. dean was a footballer for ages and seamus an inventor -- he worked mostly with ron for www, so when things weren’t going BOOM there was usually a gang of fit men hanging out making a ruckus :D 

3. so owen is super go-with-the-flow for the most part, he’s used to something blowing up in his face and pretty much just shrugging it off. the house is only partially on fire and will be put out shortly! it’s also important that none of this was ever done in a malicious way, and his dads did take a lot of precautions. he was just also the oldest child and bore some of the new-to-parenting. 

4. dean is retired now BUT he was still very secretive about his magical side when he was playing. thus, owen and his siblings grew up in a fairly muggle home -- and they would only sometimes pop up and talk about magic when their dad’s friends were drunk so to be EXTRA confusing. 

5. there’s a lot of freedom, mostly in the personal sense. dean and seamus never would’ve dreamed of reading any of the kids’ diaries. if they’ve got questions, they’re going to ask. communication has always been a huge thing, and while they didn’t fulfill every little whim the kids had, they were pretty good about saying yes. (owen has never really worried about not being accepted for something.) 

6. neither of them are great cooks. they relied on a lot of takeout, a lot of friend dinners, and breakfast for dinner was always a thing for them. owen could be a little bit of a picky eater, but that’s what a bowl of cereal’s for. he would just eat whatever was at hand and as long as it wasn’t constantly ice cream or w/e, everyone was chill. 

7. there are so many pictures of baby owen in various ‘embarrassing’ situations because he was their first kid and they thought it would be hilarious to pose him with the lads with his own cheeky nandos~ but also like the requisite bathtime pictures and various silly outfits. they are only now just getting put into scrapbooks (dean’s retirement project) and owen only sighs a little bit about this. 

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finn + white

3 facts about his personality

1. he’s very curious. he always asked questions as a kid, but he never wanted the logical answer, really. he wanted to keep going. he’s kind of simultaneously fanciful and analytical to this day, somehow. pose the most outlandish question you can think of, and spy a sly dimple as he starts working over your question. 

2. finn is very independent. he was sent to boarding school at age seven, so hogwarts at age eleven was only a small change in that aspect. he just sort of got used to looking after himself from an early age, and that mindset has stuck with him. he’s pretty good at cooking, and while he gets an allowance from his family, he saves the majority of it. part of why magic still blows his mind sometimes is the ease in it -- if he learns how to do something with magic, and does it well, that’s one more thing he can do for himself. 

3. he’s sensitive. maybe he doesn’t seem it at first -- even kind of cool, ravenclaw quidditch captain with a boyfriend AND a girlfriend, and a pretty face to boot. dig a little deeper though, and sometimes he pauses like he’s waiting for someone to tell him to shut up. sometimes he’s watching the fire in the common room at three in the morning, even though he’s clearly been asleep. sometimes he just needs to be in the middle of ash and carsan, holding onto them as much as they’re holding him.