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Milton lay stretched across the center of Felix’ bed, legs splayed and furry white tummy exposed. He snoozed, less-than-gracefully, sunbathing shamelessly. His delivery hadn’t even made it to the pillow—the menace! The pale pink envelope stuck out halfway from under the feline’s back leg, gold script hardly visible.

My Dearest Felix, I haven’t written in some time, I know. My mind has been rather preoccupied, and I didn’t want to waste your time with empty words. Still, I have thought of you endlessly in my absence. Recently, in class, I’ve noticed something I hadn’t picked on before now. You are incredibly shy about receiving compliments. As much time as I spend admiring you, I will admit, I avoid eavesdropping. (I find it terribly invasive.) In that, however, I never realized how bashful you can be, as well. It’s so very endearing.  Truthfully, I find myself suddenly feeling I missed the opportunity of a lifetime. The look on your face reading my first letter must have been a sight to behold. Something I’ll have to leave to my imagination, I suppose.  I’m so glad Milton has been behaving himself. He can be a bit chaotic at times. I hope life is continuing to treat you well, and I hope the rest of your week will be as lovely as you are. Yours, A Fellow Ravenclaw P.S What was it you brought into the common room Sunday night? It smelled immaculate.

Felix had barely stepped through the doorway when his gaze landed on the familiar fluffy tabby sprawled out across his bed. He started slightly, caught off guard by the sight of Milton, who shamelessly exposed his belly to the afternoon sun with one leg twitching lazily with each deep breath.

The tall Swede leaned back slightly and glanced over his shoulder, checking the corridor behind him for any sign of someone searching for their missing cat. But nothing. Just him. And Milton.

With a resigned sort of calm, Felix turned his attention back to the bed, eyes narrowing slightly as he spotted a soft pink glimmer peeking out from beneath one of Milton's back legs, barely visible beneath the fluff and fur.

The Ravenclaw exhaled quietly through his nose and approached with caution. "Excuse me," he murmured, barely above a whisper, as he crouched slowly beside the bed. He reached out, fingers brushing the edge of the envelope.

After a gentle tug, Felix waited, watching for any sign of disapproval from the cat, but the tabby continued his nap, unbothered.

With one final gentle pull, the letter came free, and Felix let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─☆: .☽ . :☆─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Dear Fellow Ravenclaw,

I wouldn't call your letters a waste, not in the slightest. In fact, I've missed them more than I probably should admit. Milton has taken great care to guard this one, though his methods remain a little unorthodox. Still, he seems to enjoy the sunspots on my bed, so who am I to complain?

You're right. I've never quite known what to do with compliments. I've always thought they were better given than received. But your words have never felt like too much. Just… unexpected. In the best way.

I'm not sure what face I made while reading your first letter, though I suspect I turned the colour of strawberry jam. Possibly redder.

As for Sunday night, that was cardamom buns and a slightly overambitious attempt at orange clafoutis. The buns turned out far better. I'll save you one next time, if you'd like. :)

Wishing you a lovely rest of the week,

Felix

P.S. I think Milton now believes he owns my blanket.

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Ah, well, thank you. I do aim to please. :) If it's warm buns you're after, I might be able to help.

I most respectfully and humbly request you turn mi insides into a hot apple strudel.

I believe you are looking for @ask-felix-aberg. He is the resident baking enthusiast.

And his buns are superb.

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"Hi there! <3

I decided to send you some gift from my shop, since I'll be opening up Wolf's Bane soon! I hope you'll have a good use of those things. Or maybe not? I think it'd be better not to use the healing stuff. Ignore that. Enjoy it!

Sending love,

Doris Hecat."

Doris' owl, Rosey, sets a small package with healing oils and herbs, other flowers, a dinosaur's figure, and other similar things by him.

Dear Doris,

I hope this letter finds you in wonderful spirits. And if not, well, then I’m very glad my new dinosaur friend and I will be here to keep each other company while you find your way back to better days. :)

Thank you so much for your thoughtful parcel. I still can't quite decide which is my favourite - the flowers, the herbs, or the tiny dinosaur. (Though, I must admit, he's claimed a spot on my desk already. I've named him Professor Wiggles.)

The herbs and oils have already found their place near my bedside, though I hope I won't need to use them too soon.

It's exciting to hear about Wolf's Bane! I'm certain it will be marvellous once it opens, and I look forward to visiting. Please do let me know when the door officially swings open.

Wishing you warmth, luck, and very good biscuits,

Felix

P.S. Please give Rosey a head scratch from me. She deserves it after carrying such precious cargo! :)

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*boops your nose* send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose

💕🫶😘

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A student comes up to you in class, quite red in the cheeks before they quickly blurt out "I heard you have a fuzzy duck. I MEAN ....A ducky fuzz. I MEAN..."

They slam their hands down on the desk in frustration before looking closely at you.

"YOU.KNOW.WHAT. I. MEAN."

Felix looked up from his notes, slightly perplexed by the sudden approach of his fellow classmate, whose cheeks were redder than a rose. He flinched a little when their hands slammed down on the desk, his quill pausing mid-stroke, causing a blot blooming on his page.

There was a brief, awkward pause.

"Right..." the Ravenclaw said slowly, setting the quill aside with the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Well, he doesn't really belong to me. Not exactly. He's more of a companion to Alsius, really. They've got a particular understanding."

He leaned forward just a touch, lowering his voice. "But he prefers the title @ask-ducktor, actually. As far as I know."

"But yes," he whispered with a small nod. "He is fuzzy."

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Thank you @theravenchild for the tag. 💙 :)

This seems about right.

Tagging everyone else who’d like to join in. 💙

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npt: @mysummerchild @haeerizm @cowboylikemily @sarastellasari @dxstoeskyvjbess @whoo0sh + whoever wants to join!

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You find a small note tucked in between the pages of a text you had just used in charms class. The sender must have been inspired by the way you had practiced your levitating spells, for the words read:

"I wish I could evaporate into thin air so I could be a part of the breeze that kisses your face on the first warm day of spring."

Felix didn't even notice the note at first. He was halfway through sliding his Charms textbook into his bag when a small, folded square slipped free from between the pages and landed quietly on the desk.

He paused. The handwriting and parchment weren't familiar. The ink, dark and careful, had smudged faintly at the edges, like it had been read and rewritten once or twice before reaching him.

His eyes scanned the message. A breeze that kissed his face?

A soft blush crept to his cheeks before he could stop it. He glanced around the room on instinct, but there were only a few students left packing up their things, none of them looking in his direction.

Felix exhaled softly, a quiet smile curling at the edge of his mouth. "I hope I won't end up sneezing," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

He folded the note with care and tucked it into the front pocket of his robes, smoothing it once before stepping away from the desk.

His cheeks remained warm as he slipped out of the classroom.

Spring, he thought, couldn't come soon enough.

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Dearest Felix,

*clears throat*

If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.

If I were a vegetable, it's because I'd be in a coma from how hard I’ve fallen for you.

Sincerely,

Captain Coqmunch

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Dear Captain Coqmunch,

I must admit, your letter caught me rather off guard, but made me nonetheless pretty hap-pea. Who knew my heart could beet this fast.? :)

I certainly hope you'd still be willing to gently pluck me from the patch. (Unless you're feeling bold.)

I would say if you were a vegetable, you would be a cabbage, because you're layered with beauty.

Yours,

Felix 🥒

P.S. You'll have to let me know what the Coqmunch in your name stands for.

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*Atlas of Celestial Anomalies, Quintessence: A Quest, The Lusty Librarian Maiden: Vol- Andrew let out a horrified screech as he pulled the book from his rucksack, eyes landing on the front cover where a maiden looked to be in the throes of- Andrew squinted and in his shock, threw the hardbound into the air as his fingers fumbled. The more he scrambled to catch it, the more the book slipped from his hands, which was quite concerning as he was more than a fairly decent Keeper for the Ravenclaw team.

Ears warm and face ablaze, he finally slammed both palms onto either side of the covers and shakily yelped Felix’s name, his friend no doubt disturbed from his studies from the opposite end of their room. Andrew turned and cautiously held out the offending book, hands still tightly pressed together on each end, oddly evocative of a praying motion, something that Andrew felt very much like doing at this moment.*

Felix, *He uttered again, voice breaking into a squeak.* I am fairly certain I did not borrow this from the library. C-could you please return it to @ask-scribner for me? Please?

Felix blinked owlishly, his quill pausing mid-stroke as the sound of Andrew's distressed shriek pierced the peace of their dormitory.

The first thing he registered was the crimson shade of his friend's whole face and ears. The second was the book he held like a cursed object, as though it might spring open and start moaning.

"Oh, Merlin," the young wizard murmured under his breath, barely suppressing a laugh as he stood and padded over, his expression caught somewhere between sympathy and delight.

"…The Lusty Librarian Maiden?" Felix read aloud with a tilt of his head, eyeing the lurid cover art with horrified fascination and second-hand embarrassment. Curiosity getting the better of him, he flipped the book open to a random page - and instantly regretted it.

"'Her wand throbbed in her tight grasp, a moan escaping her lips, as she bent him against the rolling ladder, breath hot on his—'"

Felix read, then immediately snapped the book shut with an audible whumph. "Ah," he cleared his throat.

"You're lucky it wasn't Volume II," he teased lightly, a grin spreading across his face. "Or Volume III. That's the one with the - well. Never mind."

Tucking the novel under one arm, Felix gave his friend a gentle pat on the head. "Don’t worry. I'll return it. Discreetly. But I make no promises if she demands an explanation."

As Felix turned to go, the door already creaking open, he threw a last grin over his shoulder. "Let me know if you ever do want to borrow Volume II, though."

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"Hey, F-Felix," mumbles Fred passing by the Ravenclaw table and noticing the enticing Crème Brûlée on Felix's plate. "Do you think I..." he swallows, eyes darting from Felix's face to the dessert and back. "Do you think I can... have a lick? A taste, I mean. I-I'll even get my own spoon!"

"A lick?" Felix echoed, his spoon pausing just above the golden crust of his dessert.

The Ravenclaw glanced down at the custard in question, then back at Fred's face - eyes wide, hopeful, perhaps a touch desperate. Felix bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too soon.

"Well," he said warmly, sliding the little dish forward a few inches, "since you asked so sweetly..."

"But I warn you," he added, tipping his head just slightly as golden strands fell into his eyes, "it might leave you wanting more."

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Sending you almond cookies and hot coca! No particular reason why. Just felt like it. ^^

Maybe next time we could trade our biscuits. Your almond cookies for my cinnamon biscuits. They taste even better when shared. :)

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Felix blinked at the unexpected pressure on his cheeks. With his lips smooshed together in a helpless pout, he could feel how a faint warmth creeped up the edges of his ears as Alsius' hands gently cupped his face. For a breath, he simply stared at him from beneath the soft fall of golden hair, caught somewhere between surprise and disbelief.

Then, unable to help himself, Felix burst into soft laughter, the corners of his eyes crinkling despite the gentle squish. "You weren't supposed to use it against me," he mumbled, words a little warped through pressed lips.

With a small, defeated sigh, Felix tilted his head slightly in surrender. "Alright, fine," he admitted, voice still faintly fish-muffled. "You win this round."

Lounging on the sofa, Felix idly flicked through the pages of Romance 101, until a certain page made made his lips twitch into a wide, amused smile. "Als, I can fit the whole world in my hands," he declared, setting the book aside.

Before another word could be spoken, Felix reached forward, cupping Alsius' face with both hands, thumbs brushing softly against the young healer’s cheeks as his gaze softened.

"See?"

With a sigh and an errant thought of book burning, he tucked his quill in his journal and set it aside. He mirrored Felix's earlier movement, leaning forward and taking Felix's face in his hands.

Though he felt utterly ridiculous, his smile was soft and his voice even more so. He gently squished Felix's cheeks, chuckling lightly when the fellow Ravenclaw briefly resembled a fish.

"I see."

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Sineglazka, I've heard that Alsius is sick? Literally heard it, the walls are really thin: what a sneezer he is, healthy lungs!

But anyway, I have just the thing for the situation! You should pull socks filled with coffee beans onto his feet. I am serious, I hope you still have the jar I gave you a while back. (If not, I hid a small pouch under Andrew's bed a month ago. You never know when they'll come in handy!) The energy of those coffee beans should fix him right up! The socks are better put on in his sleep though, that way he's already asleep and it won't bother him, but he'll wake up all healthy and refreshed! Let me know how it goes!

Lilith.

Felix blinked at the parchment.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, rereading the last few lines as though that might somehow change them. Socks. Filled with coffee beans. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing toward the top shelf of his wardrobe where the infamous jar of coffee beans still rested, slightly dusty but unmistakably intact. He hadn't thought about it in months. Of course Lilith would remember. Of course she'd have a backup stash hidden under Andrew's bed, of all places.

"...Socks filled with coffee beans," Felix repeated under his breath, tilting his head thoughtfully. It sounded strange. But then again, Lilith's strange had its own internal logic, and truth be told, he wasn't exactly an expert in the medical field. He'd already brewed three different types of tea and fluffed Alsius' pillow at least five times. At this point, he'd try anything if it meant helping his friend feel even a little bit better.

The tall blond peeked toward Als' bed, where the occasional soft sniffle could still be heard, muffled beneath blankets. Felix folded the note and tiptoed quietly across the room toward his wardrobe. A few minutes later, he stood quietly beside his friend's bed, jar clutched close to his chest.

"Don't worry, @ask-alsius-vafer," he whispered as he crouched beside the bed. "I will make you feel so good." He paused, eyes flicking up to his sleeping friend's face. "Better than good, even."

With utmost care, he lifted the edge of the blanket and wiggled a finger inside the loose fabric of Alsius' sock. Bit by bit, bean by bean, he began to fill it, letting them roll down to the curve of his heel. Once the sock was comfortably full, Felix moved on to the other foot, taking his time, watching his patient's face for any flicker of awareness. But the other young man only shifted slightly.

The faint scent of coffee began to rise, curling faintly in the air. When he was done, the socks were plump with beans. Almost to the brim.

When he finished, Felix smiled, pleased with himself, and lowered the now nearly empty jar down on the floor. He sat down carefully at the edge of the bed, his gaze lingering on the quiet rise and fall of his friend's chest.

After a moment's hesitation, Felix leaned forward and gently rested his forehead against Alsius' for a quiet moment. He was still warm. But not too warm. Not like before. Was Lilith's method working? Merlin help him, perhaps it really was.

He reached up, gently brushing back a few loose strands of hair from Als' face, and then with a soft smile, he gave him a light pat on the head.

"There," he whispered. "Sov gott, Beanfeet."