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i. until we get there / lucius. ii. stones / bec sandridge. iii. sun / cub sport iv. you there, aquilo. v. dancers, axel flóvent. vi. anyone else / BANFF. vii. 7 hours ago / honeywater. viii. window to the sky / kim churchill. ix. boardwalks / little may. x. please and thank you / wildcat! wildcat!. xi. welcome home, son / radical face. xii. rivers and roads / the head and the heart.

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Kirley Duke McCormack

“... he wanted to believe in something so badly, but something held him back, a tug that screamed of insecurities and spoke  of the damaging past. he fights and dreams of adventures and less heavy shoulders until he’s there, until he’s seeing things with new eyes and with no lies... “ (1.??)

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‘ showing up to the first dueling club meeting this friday? hope so—if i remember right your INCARCEROUS charm still needs some work. ’

“my charms are just fine, meadowes. you must be confusing me with another,” he shrugged, “besides, i have some serious brooding scheduled for that day. might have practice as well.”

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gryffindor | slytherin | hufflepuff

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         “ how very original of you, ” she countered, although a grin was there to let him know she was merely TEASING. “ you make a very valid point, ” she conceded, nodding thoughtfully. “ i should have known you’d have a clever response. you always do, after all — but surely, i’m so sweet said person wouldn’t even need the ice cream ? i can be very good company, you know. it’s not all just potions and red hair. there are some quips up here TOO. i just have to dig for them. ”

“q u i t e .” he said, sending her a smug smile, putting the spoon in his mouth, “thank you, thank you, us over at ravenclaw pride ourselves in having the last word.” he laughed, genuine and his head shook in mock disappointment, “i’m getting cavities just speaking to you, evans. i don’t doubt that you’re good company, do you have a bad bone in your body, lilbee?” he teased, his eyebrow raised, “oh, of course, you’re only fifty percent made up of potion recipes and procedures. tell me, how does it feel to be the only VALID person in sluggy’s club?” everyone knew slughorn hardly picked the smartest students of his class, often picking someone related to a famous wizard, someone with a story, someone he could brag about.

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with the weighty burden of books now considerably lightened, a wordless ‘thank you’ was silently spoken through the sweep of the boy’s { smile }; gratitude making a home in the sea of bambi’s impossibly blue eyes as his expression flooded with an air of infectious warmth. truth be told, bambi wasn’t all too sure what thrilled him more: the fact that he didn’t feel as if his arms were about to BREAK OFF anymore, or the new found company of one of his dearest friends. “hm, what did you tell me about helping more than one person at a time, kirley?” the badger hummed ponderously, a brief moment of contemplation overcoming him as he carefully sought after the answer to the latter’s (rhetorical!!) question, “ —— did you maybe tell me that it was GOOD and KIND to help more than one person at a time? did you tell me that i should help AS MANY people as i possibly can, because, like how THOUSANDS of candles can be lit from the flame of just ONE candle, kindness never decreases from being shared?”  … it was the wrong answer of course; but for bambi, it seemed like the right one. 

DOE EYES grew wide(!) and startled at the ravenclaw’s mention of { d e t e n t i o n }, the mirthfulness of bambi’s expression being replaced with sheer HORROR at the very thought of it (the manner in which the hufflepuff’s expression had fallen would have been comical had it not been so utterly earnest). “oh no, you don’t really think i’ve gotten those poor dears stuck in a detention do you, kirley?! —— if i have, you may as well feed me a poisoned apple this very instant; because i’ve been a terrible snow white to those seven first years(!)” and bambi was so truly concerned, was the thing. 

the ravenclaw listened attentively as he spoke, his voice was decidedly deeper ( as it should’ve been, after all years and years had passed ) then when they were kids, but somehow it still sounded the same. he knew if he allowed himself to, he could still vividly remember the sunday brunched and backyard adventures. he scoffed, although it hardly kept the semi taunting tone that it usually held. as he spoke kirley balanced two of the books on his head, shifting his feet, his eyes looking up as if it’d somehow help him keep them balanced. “you and i, we remember that conversation a bit differently-” he reached into his robes for his wand, his wand moved fluidly to the incantation, “wingardium leviosa,” it was whispered as the books floated, the two went off of his head to join the others that now hovered behind the boy, ready to follow him when needed, “that candle bit sounds more like you than me. and helping more than one person is no good if you’re putting yourself the end of the line?” he halfheartedly argued, knowing that he could say what he wanted, but bambi-- he was too self sacrificing, but it wasn’t something to be fixed, if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t fully be who he was.

he would have laughed, because coming from anyone else, the notion of getting first years into a detention wouldn’t have been more than laughed off, a whoops mumbled at most. “no,” the word came out slightly high pitching, giving away his slight  D O U B T . “uh-” he took one of the books out of the air, glancing at the cover, “do you remember who’s the transfiguration professor this semester for first years?” he asked, not knowing himself. “unless you plan to sell these on the next trip to hogsmead at the second hand book spot, we should probably get them somewhere.”

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“ hey — did i ever tell you about that time my little brother, leto, nearly got knocked into the black lake by the whomping willow ? ”

“no, but just from that bit i’m surprised the whomping willow is still up and standing, having touched little leto that is,” his hands in his robes as he spoke, “by all means,”

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         lily slid into the next next to the other with a bowl and a friendly grin, a sweater tucked in under her robes and a distinctly cheerful air about her. “ hey, stranger, ” she teased. “ okay, so i know this is unexpected, but i accidentally scooped far too much ice cream into my bowl. i can’t finish it by myself, and it would be a waste to let it vanish along with the plates, so i bring a PEACE offering. one can hardly refuse ice cream, can they ? here. you keep me company, i’ll give you all the frozen strawberry you like. how’s that for a deal ? ”

duke looked up from the book he’d been reading casually, his plate empty, only a few crumbs left from the piece of cake he’d just ate. “stawberry? how very lily of you.” he mused, although his hand still reached to his left and gripped his spoon, “no, although if they’re lactose intolerant, or perhaps if they had a deathly allergy to strawberries, THEN ( if then ) they might entertain the idea of saying no to you and the ice cream.”

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once, kirley and his sister meaghan went to go watch their mother coach for the Pride of Portee. all three of the mccormacks have such an love for quidditch and each other. the siblings cheeks hurt for the next week and they could hardly talk from yelling so loud.

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christmas, or rather the holiday season in total. from the first of december until the first of january kirley seems to be in a foul mood. bad memories and anger bubbles up in him and he can hardly stand all the decorations and jolly songs that just remind him or it all. he always had his fair share of bad days, but if he has a bad day on top of being in that time period, no one should attempt to even talk to him. 

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Without looking up, Molly reached down to stop the apple from rolling off the table, plucking it up and placing it behind her on one of the counters. “Do I ever need an occasion to have an excuse to do this?” she asked, chuckling softly. “It’s just apple pie, nothing too special. Maybe, subconsciously, I figured I need to mourn the end of fall.” She stopped kneading and reached behind her to grab a pie tin. “Hm?” She looked up just in time to see him tap his nose and halted her actions. Eyes crossing as she attempted to look down onto her nose, Molly laughed. “Get it for me, would you? I think I’ll just make it worse if I try.”

“as long as i’m getting a piece i don’t really care to investigate very much.” he teased, taking another apple from the basket and taking a bite, hoping down from the counter, “american apple pie, you know what was the bloody worst? my moms mince pie. terrible, terrible sort of pie. i mean, i’d still eat it but it’s not very good.” his nose wrinkled before he walked over, taking one of the (only) clean hand towels and wiping the flour off of her nose, when he put the towel down he examined her face, his smile grew, “how?” he asked, laughing as he wiped the last bit of flour from her forehead.

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ravenbud

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*taken at some carnival they went to because he finally figured out how to work the camera

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youth // troye sivan

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imssg: but the real talk

imssg: muggle dress robes (for men) are so much better than the traditional ones??

imssg: i look good in both but…think of the less fortunate.

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“so, um, WELL you see… a few corridors back i chanced upon a first year struggling with his books, right? —— the poor dear; i could hear him trying to catch his breath from even a metre away, and there were truly beads of sweat upon his brow(!) —— and so i offered to carry his books for him; it was the least i could do to help the dear out!….  the problem was, though, that his group of SEVEN FRIENDS were also struggling with their books, and so, not wanting to be terribly unfair, i offered to carry their books for them too(!)” honeyed laughter accented bambi’s words as he explained the situation, the apples of his cheeks flushed pink with exhaustion as his thin arms buckled against the colossal weight that he held on both sides of his slight frame. “i was just trying to help out(!) —— but my arms aren’t really the most sturdy nor strong, and this whole ordeal has been made all the more tiring because now i seem to have LOST SIGHT of the group! —— it’s horrid! i’ve just as good as gone and stolen their books! i daresay that you’re witnessing the first steps of my descent into a life of criminality and nefariousness!” 

his arms crossed over his chest, a lop sided careless grin across his lips as he listened to the preposterous story that bambi was saying. or rather it WOULD have been preposterous if it wasn’t coming from bambi. his arms uncrossed as he saw his arms buckle, reaching out and  ( not giving much of a choice in the matter )  taking a little over half of the books and tucking them under an arm, the spare in his hand hanging at his side. “alright snow white and the seven first years, what have i told you about helping more than  o n e  person at a time?” he asked, adjusting the books in his arms, thank merlin for quidditch practice or he’d already be struggling. “do y’reckon their teachers will actually believe them about it? that some man offered to carry ALL of their books.” he laughed, his shoulders moving in the slightest, “perhaps you got them DETENTION.”

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“Pass me one of those, would you?” Molly asked, gesturing blindly in the vicinity a basket of apples. Most of her attention was on the pie crust she was kneading, but her mind was already on the next step. She raised a flour-covered wrist to the bridge of her nose to scratch away an itch, leaving a soft sheen of dust on her face. Hardly noticing, she set back to work. “Sorry, you were saying…?”

kirley was sat on the edge of the counter, far away that he supposed molly couldn’t yell at him for being close to the food, or perhaps it was because she was focused and didn’t notice. either way he reached only a few inches away from him and rolled the apple across the table, “i was asking, what’s the occasion? or have you just come up with something different and wanted to try it out?” he questioned, his ankles crossing as his legs hung only a foot off of the ground. he’d looked up after he’d spoken, letting a scoff out, “you’ve got a little something there, molly pop.” he touched his nose twice, grinning.