f e e d y o u r h e a d .

christopher 'topher' flume seventh year hufflepuff & herbology fanatic with an insatiable sweet tooth ☼ you've had some kind of mushroom and your mind is moving l o w go ask alice, i think she'll know

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emma.

“I am just going to take that as a compliment now,” Emma mused, winking at Topher.  He was cute, and she could somehow understand now why Charlie liked him so much. “But you rather do not tell anyone about that.”

          “—I mean, I’d hoped that you would,” Topher replied sincerely, lips turning up into a smile as she winked at him, “’cause I didn’t mean it as anything but, y’know? I really do like it.” Her next words had him nodding before she’d even finished them. “Oh, no, ‘course not. My lips are sealed,” he assured her, even going so far as to pantomime locking up his mouth with a key. “Promise.”

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charlie.

“Topher!” Face breaking out into a bright smile at the sight of what it was he was working on that he had hid from her so well as she’d tried to lean around him to see. “It’s beautiful.” He was the sweetest, and Charlie had never been more proud to know that they were together. A couple. The way they always should have been. Well, at least since they were old enough to think about relationships. Leaning her head down so he could place the crown upon it, her cheeks filled with colour as she pressed back against his touch and happily returned his kiss. “If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t believe you… but I know you’d never lie to me.” Grinning at him, Charlie didn’t even think to glance around them before she gave a little giggle and pounced on him, peppering his face with little kisses before kissing him deeply when she reached his lips. “I’ve been waiting all day to do that.”

          Vivid shades of goldenrod and magenta from the crown of flowers only seemed to enhance the vibrancy of her wide, hazel gaze as it met his own, drawing out hues he was almost certain he’d never seen before in spite of the countless times he’d stared into those eyes. It reminded him of spring, of lush forests and wildflower blossoms. Simply put, she was stunning. “I would never lie to you, Charlie–bird,” he assured her, “not about anything, but especially not about that. You are easily the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” His smile only grew at her reaction to the hand–crafted gift, remaining on his lips even as Charlie all but pounced on him, his hands coming to rest on either side of her waist as she showered him with more kisses than he could count. He could already feel the warmth rising high on his cheeks, a blush that it seemed had not faded since he’d taken the leap and asked her to be his. But he couldn’t help it, not really; Charlie was his dream girl, the one he’d been in love with from the moment he met her, and that they were actually, genuinely together now was still so much for him to wrap his curly head around. “Have you?” he murmured against her lips as she pulled away, long arms wrapping around her in an affectionate embrace. “If I’d known, I would’ve tried to finish the crown so much sooner.”

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owlmylove:

if u don’t like Hufflepuffs then u must not like acceptance, honesty, equality, loyalty, easy kitchen access and lovely cozy hobbit holes and if u don’t like any of those things then u must be a very sad person and i will invite u into our cozy badger tunnel and nab u some cauldron cakes and butterbeer from the kitchens next door and listen to ur troubles until u feel a lil less sad

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sestiva.

Sessy’s smile was glowing as she let him inspect the ring that was now one of her most prized possessions. “Isn’t it? It matches his eyes, and I love that. It was a perfect proposal, too. All full of meaning and small things that had a big impact. He really is wonderful when you are his good side, as I always am.” Laughing softly she shook her head and nodded toward the Hufflepuff. “Please tell me you have some your stuff? We need to catch up.. I heard rumours about you and that kitchen girl.”

          “Is that why you chose it?” Topher asked curiously when Sestiva mentioned how perfectly the stone matched Barty’s eyes. His heart swelled a bit, filling his chest up with warmth at just the thought. “How romantic. So simple and yet so full of meaning. I am thrilled for you, Sestiva. More than thrilled, actually — that’s just wonderful. Y’do plan to tell me all about it, don’t you?” At her next question, the Hufflepuff couldn’t help but chuckle, nodding through his laughter to assure her that he did. “When do I ever not have it? That would have to be, like, a sign of the end of days.” He shook his head lightly, still grinning, and extended a hand to help her up in spite of the fact that she’d only just sat down. But he wanted to smoke with her, to talk and catch up, and it certainly wouldn’t be easy to do all of that in the Great Hall. Heat flooded his cheeks as Sessy spoke of rumors she’d heard and he licked his lips, gaze dropping sheepishly to the floor. “Charlie? Oh, she’s — she really is the best. She’s so stellar, Ses,” he sighed, his tone nothing short of entirely smitten. “But wait, what — what have you heard?”

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          “Here,” Topher said, broad hands careful as he gingerly held out the crown of jewel–toned flowers he’d been carefully weaving for her for the past half hour at least. And though she’d sat just next to him, her petite frame resting against his own as they lounged beneath the shade of a towering old tree in the courtyard, he’d not allowed her to see what he was doing until he’d finished, determined to keep it a surprise even in spite of the stray leaves and stems in the grass surrounding them. He gently lifted it to rest upon her thick, chestnut waves, braided over one shoulder in the way he favored most on her. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he gazed fondly at her, and it was all he could do to lean in for a soft, chaste kiss. “You look absolutely beautiful,” he hummed as he pulled away, tucking a stray tendril of hair behind her ear. “Persephone would be jealous.”

     —— @little-chxrlie

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sestiva.

“Topher.” The sound of the familiar Hufflepuff’s voice caught her attention and Sestiva couldn’t help but smile. He was sweet and she had gotten surprisingly fond of him in the time that she had thought she was just playing with him. “Have you heard the good news?” Brushing past the topic of where she had been, she held out her hand so Topher could see the sizeable blue stone and it’s diamonds that rested on her finger. “I am engaged.”

          “Good news?” Topher repeated, a curious glint in his eyes as he waited for Sestiva to elaborate on what she meant. “What good news?” His question was answered within seconds of leaving his lips as she held out her hand, and Topher blinked at the size of the rock on her ring finger. Wow. “That color is amazing,” he said as he took her hand in his to better see it, “like the ocean or — or a blooming cineraria.” He grinned, letting go of her hand to lift his gaze back up to hers. “So Barty proposed, then? Oh, Ses, I’m so happy for you,” he said, his smile only growing for her, “that’s wonderful!” 

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benjy.

After finishing his afternoon, Benjy immediately went to the pitch where he could study. The stands were nearly empty and the only noise he could hear would be those of the players which he found oddly motivating. But only moments after he settled in his seat that he heard footsteps behind him. “Uh, hey?” he turned his head to look at the person. “I’m guessing this is where you like to study too.”

          “Well, yes an’ no,” Topher admitted as he took a seat on one of the benches that lined the inside of the stand, flashing the other boy a friendly smile as he did. “I like t’come out here during practice sometimes an’ just watch the rest of the team fly, kinda pick up on their patterns and their styles, y’know? What parts of the pitch they like best, stuff like that. Makes it easier t’guess where they’re gonna be when I try an’ make sure they aren’t gonna be smacked in the head with a bludger.” He chuckled quietly before a realization dawned on him and he spoke up again. “I’m sorry, were you — I’m interrupting your studying, aren’t I? That’s my bad, I can, uh — I’ll go to another stand.” 

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severus.

     “correct me if i am wrong – though i doubt it is the case. students are meant to be in their respective rooms at this time of night, are they not? so, enlighten me, what are you doing here?”

          “I — well, no, you’re not — you aren’t wrong,” Topher said, tripping over his words a bit. He’d be lying if he said he weren’t slightly intimidated by the Slytherin boy, particularly running into him in a dark, empty corridor. He’d been victim to far too many hexes that began in exactly the same way before. “I was jus’ going for a walk, t’be honest. Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I’ll go up to the top of the astronomy tower and meditate for a while.” He chewed lightly on his lower lip. “But — you’re a student too, aren’t you?”

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“what on earth is in your hair?”

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          “—they’re flowers, of course!” Topher replied as if it were the most obvious answer in the world ( because to him, well, it was ). “Scottish primrose, if y’wanna be specific. I just love the color. Have y’ever seen a more vibrant purple? Anyway, I wove them into a crown t’kinda, y’know, celebrate the warm weather.” He gave a small smile at that, lifting the flowers from his curls and holding them out for her to inspect. “I can make you one too, if you’d like.”

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hestia.

Hestia sneezed again, trying to suppress the noise because she sat in the library and other students had started to look already. 

‘Achoo!’ 

And again. She quickly hid her nose in the tissue, praying no one had heard her this time.

          “Gesundheit!” Topher offered as he pulled out the chair across from his friend at her table, dropping down into it with a sympathetic sort of frown. He probably would have sought her out anyway — he always preferred to study in the presence of friends when he was at the library, after all, finding they helped keep him both entertained and focused — but her sneezing made the search rather easy. “Are you feeling alright, Hes? I could hear y’from all the way over in the Reference section,” he said, nodding toward the shelves he’d come from.

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“I’ve already told you it wasn’t me!” Kelian frowned, trying to wipe her face clean again but then realizing her hands were all dirty as well. “It just exploded on it’s own. I mean, that can happen sometimes - right?”

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          “—I believe you, Kel, I do!” Topher insisted quickly, frowning as he realized his own robes had already been contaminated by the malodorous black sap. “But that’s the thing, though — the Mimbulus Mimbletonia, it doesn’t usually — well, this is, like, a defense mechanism for it, so it usually only happens if y'touch one of the boils.” Normally he might have made a face at the god–awful smell of the stinksap, but lately he’d been trying to grow his own, so he’d grown quite accustomed to the noxious fumes. “But this is — we can clean this up, for sure. It’s not too bad,” he insisted before glancing around the immediate area and realizing that the sticky goo had covered just about everything in a five foot radius. Maybe he’d spoken too soon.

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emma.

“And? What do you think of my new haircut?”

          “I know you’re prob’ly not talking to me, but for what it’s worth, I dig it. I think it looks rad t’be honest. Very, like... I’unno, edgy? But, like, also totally feminine at the same time.” 

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sestiva.

“It feels so good to be back.” Lowering down into her place at the table, Sessy sighed softly and drank it how good it felt to be back to the one place that felt like home. After her father had fallen ill and she’d been called on by her mother to be the one to spend the time at St. Mungo’s with him. It had only been a week but it felt like years. 

          Although he knew it unwise to approach the Slytherin table in the Great Hall most of the time ( there were very few there he knew for certain did not want to hex him, after all ) Topher couldn’t help but bound up to the long rows of silver and green at the sight of a familiar brunette taking a seat there. Dark eyes lit up at the sight of her. “Ses! I was wondering when y’were gonna come back,” he said, rocking back on his heels as a grin tugged at his lips. “I missed you. Is everything alright, y’know, with you?” 

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i’m not dead fam !!

hey guys !! first of all, please accept my sincerest apology for being shit about my activity. i should have requested a hiatus ages ago and i didn’t because i’ve been so scattered but by some miracle i never made it onto an unfollow list and i am BACK. between having bronchitis for like two weeks and then my sister’s wedding that is rapidly approaching (and that i am a bridesmaid for so i have to help her out with) i haven’t had very much time for anything at all, but with a week before we have to go to florida, i’ve done just about everything for her that i can, so i think i’ve finally got my freedom back. 

that said, i plan to be on just about all day today. i’m gonna start by replying to starters in the tag, and then possibly post one of my own before i delve into the drafts that i owe. i’m super sorry i’ve been MIA, but i’m hoping to make up for it today !!

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kelian.

“You have? Oh really! That is great Topher! Thank you!” When it was about her cat it was easy to get Kelian worried. Sure, the animal was clever, and able to survive on its own. But it was her family. And some of the other cats here could be really mean beasts after all. “And I hope she is still there, the blonde girl added while letting Topher pull her through the corridors.

          The relief that flooded her features when he mentioned that he’d seen the cat in the photo was enough to bring a grin to his own lips as he led Kelian toward the kitchens only a few corridors away. “Oh, ‘m sure she will be, y’know,” Topher insisted with a nod that illustrated his confidence. “When I was in there, the elves were feeding her scraps of meat from the steak and kidney pies they were making, an’ I mean, if I were her, I prob’ly wouldn’t have left yet either.”

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emma.

“Obviously you weren’t paying attention.” Emma snapped. Then she looked up at the person. “Oh..” It was Topher. For the first time in a while Emma realized how nasty she must seem to some people. Now if only she could be nastier to the teachers. “Topher….you’re on something, I see. How are you feeling?” The last of her words seemed to trickle off as she thought of something. A much more brilliant plan than she had had in a while. “Anyway, “ She started, grabbing the arm of her friend and pulling him in the opposite direction. “What are you on..a-and could I borrow some of it.” She didn’t actually intend to take it..not now anyway.

          His smile faltered at the reply that met his half–dazed apology, the negative aura that clung to the words almost tangible. He could swear he felt it. But it was true, he hadn’t actually been paying attention, and it was his fault he’d run into the girl to begin with. Her frustration seemed to ease when she realized it was him, a fact for which Topher found himself incredibly grateful. In truth, the Hufflepuff wasn’t sure what he would do if Emma was irritated with him; he considered the girl one of his closest friends, and he couldn’t stand the thought of her upset. His smile returned at her next question, pulling at the dimples in his cheeks as he spoke. “Oh, Em, I feel... I feel amazing, like — like everything around me is so full of life. The walls are breathing, Em, can you feel them?” So entirely caught up in his tangent, Topher happily allowed the girl to pull him down the corridor without so much as a second thought. But then she was asking something else of him, and her question gave him pause. Wait, really? He blinked. “Y’wanna blotter? I mean, ‘course, Em, you’re my friend. ‘M happy to help, but I just — y’can’t borrow it. Once it dissolves on your tongue, I kinda don’t — I don’t want it back,” he added with a quiet chuckle.