Silence

Tobian Wood. 16, Ravenclaw 6th year. I make watches and try to stay out of people's way. And in the silence, I disappeared.

[watchingtoby-blog]

Pretty City Asks

London: How do you take your tea?

Paris: Describe your favorite kiss.

Dublin: Do you believe in Soul mates?

Oslo: What keeps you warm?

Amsterdam: What is your ideal night out?

Los Angeles: What would you change about yourself?

Milan: How do you think others describe you?

Prague: What is your favorite season?

New York City: What gets you up in the morning?

Hong Kong: What is your earliest childhood memory?

Tel Aviv: What is your favorite thing about your family?

Las Vegas: Have you ever broken a heart?

Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.

Chicago: What do you ache for?

Toronto: Describe your ideal partner.

Sorrento: What is your weakness?

Cairo: Whats your favorite quote?

Budapest: What tattoo do you want?

Mumbai: What is your favorite scent

Stockholm: What scares you?

[psych-facts]

I’m not fine as in fine, but fine as in you don’t have to worry about me.

Dr. Gregory House (via luckyshreya)

[watchingtoby-blog]

heartofthemarly:

“You are a wizard. I think you could figure it out.” She gave a pause, “Maybe.” 

“Maybe I will. You should watch out, Marlene.”

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corabellious:

After a long moment of silent observation, Cora sighed. The poor kid - realistically only two years her junior at most - looked too lost to ignore. “You should, but it’d be faster to use the passage behind the portrait of the bird animagi.”

“Do you think you could maybe show it to me? I don’t recall any animagi portraits on my way here.” Tobian shrugged; was he starting to trust this girl, who totally could beat him up if he said something wrong? “I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

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thats-so-tilden:

“Hey man, I’m not judging or anything… the colour suits you though.”

“Well, I am a pretty boy so...”

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misspandoracharm:

“Whatever you say, T. I won’t say a peep.”

“Can I count on it? I want to, but can I?”

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misspandoracharm:

A soft knock echoed from the doorway as Pandora was changing. She paid no mind. “It’s open.”

“I was actually here for someone else...So terribly sorry. Excuse me please..”

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bartytheunderdog:

“I have no idea how even managed to unearth something so hideous, but I’m sickened by how curious I am to know.”

“Crouch, take a chill pill. It’s just a Niffler. Not even a fully grown one.”

[misspandoracharm]

“And what does it look like, T?”

[watchingtoby-blog]

“It looks like I am trying on a dress, which I really am not. I was helping clean up the mess, I promise.”

[heartofthemarly-blog]

“It’s not really your color, honestly.” 

[watchingtoby-blog]

“Shame, it’s the same colour of my house. Too bad I would never fill it out.”

[corabellious-blog]

Cora squinted, who was Abigail again? Oh, right. The Quidditch captain - Chaser - a good player, actually. “Unless she can apparate, you’re going the wrong way. I’m pretty sure I just saw her heading to the Astronomy tower. Figured she was looking for the Professor.”

[watchingtoby-blog]

“Right...I knew that...I think...” Toby mumbled to himself, leaning against the wall as he tried to rethink his new strategy. Everything had a time frame set, and he was going to study Arithmancy in half an hour. “I should be going the other way...right.”

[absolutely-abigail-blog1]

“That doesn’t actually support your point as much as you think it does,” she pointed out, grinning. Now it just sounded like Toby had ‘borrowed’ a dress, to see how it’d look on him. “Of course Fab’s still on the team, he’s the best beater in Gryffindor, I swear. Not that that’s saying much. I swear the lot who signed up for try-outs are absolute twats, Toby, honestly. I don’t want to let them on the team.”

[watchingtoby-blog]

Toby shrugged, sitting down on the carpet. He wished there was some way he could help Abby out with her team, but his mind didn’t work so well with Quidditch ideas. So instead, he sat in silence and just watched her. “You’ll get there, don’t worry. I hear Adam wanted to try out, Adam McNair?”

[siriusly-orion-black-deactivate]

“You have good taste Toby, I’ll give you that. But what is it you’re doing exactly?”

[watchingtoby-blog]

“....I was helping one of Abby’s friends choose a dress for a date. And...I think it might have been...actually, never mind.”

[absolutely-abigail-blog1]

“You know, when your house door knob asked me a riddle about clothes, I didn’t think it’d be foreshadowing. But that colour really brings out your eyes.”

[watchingtoby-blog]

“Shut it, Abby. This dress isn’t even mine.” It was Lidija’s; one that she had left behind on their last few days together. He set it down on the chair gently, like it would be injured otherwise. He didn’t know if Abby could tell, but Toby immediately changed the subject, “So, how did it go with Prewett? Is he still on the team or something?”

[corabellious-blog]

Taking pity on the poor stressed kid, Cora lowered the paper, though she didn’t shift from the railing. “Can’t do magic outside of class, or I’d levitate this down to you - so come get it.” He looked like he was about to cry; she had to focus on not feeling too sympathetic. “What’re you late for?”

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Toby was silent as he picked up the parchment - it was a to-do list for tonight’s homework load, for him and for Abby. Picking it up, he looked at the older Gryffindor. He didn’t like the challenging look in her eyes, so avoiding eye contact as much as he could, he mumbled again. “I was supposed to go meet Abigail...”

[watchingtoby-blog]

“This...this totally doesn’t...it’s not what it seems.”

[corabellious-blog]

Cora leaned on the edge of the stairwell railing, leaning over it to look down on the person below. “Hey baka, you’ve dropped something.” She held the book up, smirking. “Want to come get it, or should I just drop it and see if you can catch?”

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“Oh crap, not again.” Tobian muttered under his breath, turning when Cora called him. He didn’t realise he had dropped; an essay from his Astronomy class that he needed Abby to proof read for him. “Please don’t throw it. I’ll....I’ll take it, please.”