#thad everard

[finnodair]

Thad stopped in the entryway of the pitch, breathing in deeply and his eyes closed. “Smell that, ol’ chap?” He asked dramatically, and with a thick accent. His hands were on his hips, and a few Slytherins knocked into his elbows as he stood obstructing the walkway. “That smell is victory for the Slytherins, and money in my pocket,” he finished, grinning at Iain.

thad everard, written by avalon. 

[finnodair]

He glanced at the kettle, and seeing the beginnings of steam, promptly moved it off the burner and made to get a cup. He poured himself a glass of the warm milk and turned back to Chase, having caught the small smile. He grinned unabashedly, before taking a sip. "Can you now? Do you cast me as a devilishly handsome and suave Gryffindor who rebelled against his studies? ‘Cause that would be correct." She greeted his words with silence and a neutral expression. He poured his milk and she stifled a yawn, then. “The latter half, mostly. Slacking off, causing distractions… Same goes for the present, really.” She could have gone back to her book, then, but didn’t move.

[finnodair]

That these are the days that bind you together, forever And these little things define you forever, forever Chase Prewitt, Thad Everard, Ettie Thompsett, & Iain O'Callahan