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a look ♡

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☺

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

It depends on who Félix is with. He’s not one to always have a smile, but he does when it’s necessary, whether or not it’s real. His smiles used to only be for his mother and Winston, but now they come both easier more often as his group of friends expands, each smile more genuine than the last. Winston still gets the best ones.

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⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

Félix doesn’t remember, but his mother tells him he was born in the midst of a blizzard, winds giving birth to a wailing baby. Whether or not this is an exaggeration, he thinks it’s a terrible metaphor - he’s not a fan of storms. Rain is fine, but the crackle of electricity in the air when lightning strikes and the way thunder rattles straight through his bones is unsettling. There’s too much charged energy when storms happen, and while Félix is not necessarily scared of them, they leave him antsy and far from calm.

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crxalex‌:

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Alex was sitting in the empty room, headphones in his ears. He enjoyed music a lot, a lesser known fact about him. He was actually reading. A book. With letters. Being alone seldom bothered him, often he preferred it. Nobody judging him, whispering about him. He was just a boy reading a book while listening to some music. One song ended and another begun, one of his favourites lately. He started moving in his seat, rapping along. But he soon got up, he was alone so why bother hold back. Halfway through the song he spun around, his eyes meeting someone else. Surprised by seeing Felix’s face he almost fell over. “F-felix” panic in his voice. He cleared his throat, brushed his hair back. With his usual cool and collected voice he continued “what are you doing here?”

Félix raised a brow, eyes slowly taking in the empty room. Sun filtered through the windows, summer in full swing, and highlighted the particles of dust that often made themselves known in a castle as old as Hogwarts was. “I wanted to study,” he said. The textbook in his hands certainly wasn’t for fun, after all. “And it’s hot outside, so I found an empty classroom. Should I not be here?” Perhaps it really was for the better that he left - there were few people whose company Félix could tolerate when he wanted to be alone, and he could list them on one hand. “I can go.”

startled

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crxhan:

félix is complaining, but that’s nothing new.

the hufflepuff grumbles and groans, voice laced with sleep, cheek still pressed to the cover of his textbook. the corner of han’s mouth threatens to twitch into a grin. after a long moment, he finally – finally!!! félix would probably whine – lowers the volume in his hands too. 

“you don’t have to study with me, you know,” han replies flatly, voice cool. you don’t have to stay, is probably what he means. his expression doesn’t quite follow through though. eyes too soft, now, when he notices the imprint left on félix’s cheek once the boy finally settles back up with a huff. this time, han actually smiles. his grin small, wry. tired. “they are awful. but…”

you don’t have to stay.

“…i don’t think i’m ready for summer just yet,” han shakes his head, grin fading. face shuttering closed. “anyways, c’mon. you can go. i can walk you back. i’ll study alone.”

It takes far too long for Han to put his book down, and Félix finds it quite difficult to stop his lips from pressing into a pout - he has standards, after all, he can’t just go around pouting all day - but just as he’s about to, Han looks up. Well, finally.

 “I don’t want to study,” Félix corrects. “But I do want to spend time with you.” There are nicer ways to be spending their time, especially when Scotland’s decided today will be the one day of the year the sun will be out. Han’s tone is lost on him as he turns his head to look to his side, his eyes catching the glint of the sun off the lake.

“Walk me back where? I’m not leaving you to study alone.” He sniffs, turning back to give him a frown. “You want to do exams instead?”

don’t need quarters, don’t need dimes

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he noms ♡

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crxdevin:

the pressure in her chest relaxes finally and she’s even able to manage a slight, internal sigh of relief when it becomes obvious that félix isn’t asleep at all. honestly, now that she’s standing here, in front of him, she almost feels a little…embarrassed at the fact that she sought him out so readily when she’s obviously in a mood. what if he had been sleeping? or maybe he could have been busy? was her pounding headache worth her acting so needy?

the thought makes her chest feel tight.

it causes her to pause as he offers her a seat. for a moment, she is carefully gauging the expression on his face and, seeing a frown of seemingly worry pull at his lips, devin feels her face loosen up a bit. no matter how much time has passed between them, she doubts she will never not feel the deeply seeded need to retain a certain amount of distance from other people. usually, she wouldn’t even bother trying to fight the instinct because, obviously, it is there for a reason. but…félix is different and got close before she even knew what was happening. 

she doesn’t have the strength to push him away now.

sitting carefully, devin is as poised as ever, but the huff she releases at his question is everything but ladylike. 

“it started in the common room and..well” she’s looking at the patterns in cobblestone as her anger returns to her. “is it too much to ask for peace and quiet? are people that ignorant of their surroundings? aren’t gryffindors supposed to be the loud and obnoxious ones??” 

she glances at him and, realizing that what she’s saying isn’t the point, she shakes her head and tries again. “the headaches are back and,” her eyebrows furrow and the pain in her skull intensifies. “everything is irritating.”

Félix hums quietly. “Common rooms can be loud sometimes. It’s not just a quiet room, after all - even ours gets noisy sometimes. Can be a bit of a pain but if you want guaranteed silence, it’s just easier to go to a library. Or outside, like here. It’s hard to tell people to be quiet when it’s their living space too.” Admittedly, it’s something he’d like to do as well on occasion, but it’s too difficult for anyone to enforce.

He huffs a soft laugh, brushing an errant leaf from her hair. As much as she’s probably loathe to admit it, she is quite cute in all her grumpy glory - her scary looks resemble those of a wet kitten over anything else. “I don’t know how pleased the Gryffindors would be to hear that, you know.”

The admission of her headache, however, makes him frown. Félix is no stranger to headaches - insomnia rarely does him any favours in sparing him them, after all, and he’s made it through many a day with aches and pains of his own that won’t go away without proper rest. He can sympathise. They are frustrating, and he can’t blame her for being upset for having one.

He sits up straighter.

“Did you drink water? Have you eaten?” He asks immediately. Dehydration and poor nutrition are some of the most common headache causes, and more often than not a valid concern in Devin’s case. Briefly, he bites the inside of his cheek. He hasn’t been out to a muggle place in a while, so he’s completely out of painkillers, and for all the wonders of the wizarding world, they don’t have any in potion form.

( count to nine ✧ )

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❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

Félix is a fan. They’re an easy way to pull off a specific aesthetic, and while he has seasonal allergies, the sneezing and occasional disgruntled bee is worth it to make one (or many) for Winston. While Winston is his favourite victim of choice, Fée also does target his other grumpy friends as well - even Chou on occasion. It’s safe to say that he likes them.

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Your lock screen. - Him and @crwinston, as expected.

Your home screen. - A picture of Chou as a wee little kitten.

The 10th picture on your camera roll. - @crxzach  A photo he plans to broadcast at Zach’s wedding, whenever that may be.

Favourite picture at the moment. - A picture of Winston, looking lovely as always.

Most recent selfie. - One taken at 3 in the morning.

Last person you texted. - Asking Winston to help with Chou.

Last person you called. - His mother. The call lasted 2 hours.

Most recent song played. - A song he found a couple of years ago; he’s fond of catchy songs overall.

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don’t need quarters, don’t need dimes

@crxhan

Félix is more than ready to fall asleep right here on top of his textbook. The more he thinks about it, the more appealing the idea sounds - after all, it’s better than the marble of the perch where they’re sitting, and while it’s far thicker than any book he’d want to study, a thicker book does make for a better pillow. Decision made, he sets his highlighter down to take a quick nap in an attempt to make up for the sleep he missed last night.

He’s startled awake by the shift in movement in front of him, however, and his brows furrow into a disgruntled glare. Maybe this isn’t a good idea after all. “Are you done already?” He asks, voice a low murmur. “I’m ready for summer to start. Finals are awful,” Félix continues with a huff. “’S not like they don’t see our progress throughout the year anyway.”

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the softest duo ♡

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INTERROGATION STARTERS

Feel free to change pronouns etc. CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?” “ did you see anything?” “ what do you remember?” “ do you remember anything unusual?” “ please, try to remember as much as you can.” “ every detail is important.” “ and what happened next?” “ and what did you do when all this took place?” “ what were you doing around __ am/pm?” “ where were you around __ am/pm?” “ can anyone verify that?” “ was someone with you?” “ and you had nothing to do with it?” “ and you weren’t involved?” “ did you see it happen?” “ did you see who did it?” “ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

“ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?” “ did someone hurt you?” “ it’s okay. you can tell me.” “ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?” “ we can take a break, if you want.” “ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.” “ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.” “ i think you’re lying.” “ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?” “ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.” “ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.” “ what aren’t you telling me?” “ who are you trying to protect?” “ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?” “ they must’ve told you more than that.” “ you have to have seen more than that.” “ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?” “ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?” “ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.” “ i need you to tell me what happened.” “ i know you’re not telling me the truth.” “ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?” “ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?” “ i’m listening…” “ you’re coming with me.” “ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.” “ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…” “ i can’t give you that. you know that.” “ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.” “ okay. we have a deal.” “ sorry. no deal.”

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crxdevin:

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devin slams her book down and a glare mars her features as she shoots daggers toward the object of her ire. the group of her house-mates disturbing the usually-peaceful space of the common room are testing her already-tense mood and making her unable to enjoy her book. she doesn’t know what’s causing the ever-present annoyance and frustration, but the pounding in her head isn’t going away no matter what she does. 

growing more exasperated as her very obvious show of anger does nothing to quell the noise, devin all but stomps from the room. when she’s out, the sudden stillness of the dungeons is a balm as much as it is a shock. her chest feels a jarring heaviness and, unexpectedly, water starts gathering in her eyes. the next breath she takes comes out slow and shaky. 

a measuring quick glance down the hall shows the lack of people. and, trying to soothe the pressure becoming more prominent in her chest, devin starts gently rubbing the point of pain. the discovery that she finally got her solidarity did nothing to calm and a grimace twists her lips. rarely, does she ever get this way, wanting to not be on her own. and even more unusual is finding a person that devin actually wants to be around when she feels as if she’s going to snap at the slightest annoyance. 

with these thoughts in mind, devin sets out to find félix. she’s not sure where to find him, the young man is still a mystery to her despite the length of their acquaintance. but, he isn’t much of a talker and his company is one that doesn’t make her feel on edge, so that puts him at the top of her list. plus, there’s an almost gentle, fuzzy sensation in her body when she thinks of him. it’s comfortable which is not something she’s used to around people.

the courtyard is full of orange sunlight and there’s a comfortable heat in the air when she finally finds the young man relaxing on a stone bench. by this time, her annoyance has morphed into something more childish and she’s on the brink of a tantrum when she drags herself over to the spot where he’s stretched out in the sun. and even though a part of her wants to take out her frustration on him, she’s more composed than that. 

blowing out a long breath that fluffs her bangs up, devin crosses her arms and looks down at him, trying to rid herself of tension. “are you sleeping?” she asks.

“Hm?”

Félix is not, in fact, asleep. He’d love to be - he would have definitely loved to be last night - but since he’s not, he’s taking the hour or so between classes while Winston is busy with his own to get some sort of relaxation and calm otherwise exam-frazzled nerves. There are other people around, which isn’t necessarily conducive to the goal at hand, but it’s warm and he’s certain Chou’s around somewhere, so it’s not really enough to complain about.

He pulls back his legs from where they’ve been taking up the entirety of the bench, making room for Devin to sit down.

“I’m not asleep, no,” he says simply, crossing his legs to sit up properly instead. The yawn that escapes doesn’t do him any favours, but it is what it is - he’s not lying after all. “Did you need something?” He squints at her a little, a frown working its way into his brows.

Félix is inexplicably fond of Devin. She’s quite surly, a little bit of a problem child, but he thinks that she’s sweet where it matters and goodness knows she needs someone to make sure that she’s not existing on tomato juice alone. If that someone is him, then he doesn’t mind - and he certainly doesn’t mind her company if she wants to join him.

She looks... Upset, though. Not disgruntled as she normally is, but well and truly upset, face taut and the line of her shoulders tense. His frown deepens for a second before he lets out a soft sigh. “C’mere, sit down,” he offers quietly. “What’s wrong?”

( count to nine ✧ )

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☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

He loves them all - there’s a time and place for everything, after all - but there’s something about the quiet stillness of the night that Félix absolutely adores. Sometimes when nights aren’t going so well, he’ll slip up the astronomy tower, a favourite haunt of his, just to take in the calm and the view and wait out the hours until dawn. The moon is gorgeous, but seeing the stars twinkling far away from modern cities and pollution and finding the constellations, both constant and shifting, is really special.

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✍️, ☂️

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

Answered!

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

Félix doesn’t mind rain, per se. Storms aren’t necessarily his favourite, and neither is the mud that comes along with such weather (especially during Quidditch because washing up afterwards is just a chore), but a light rain every so often isn’t that bad. As long as he’s not actually outside in the downpour, rainy days are a good excuse to curl up with a good book, good food, and Chou. 

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