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“unless your name's on this seat —- there’s no need to bug, bro.”

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nicoplumington:

“Can I help you with something?” The quiet man had been studying in the library when he noticed the other man standing behind him. “Did you need help with a spell or something?” 

“Actually, no. I was wondering if I could have that book?” Act nicer, Gus. A short scoff elicited from the back of his throat. “. . . once you’re done with it, of course.”

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jaaybirrd:

                       the ( currently ) 6′8 gryffindor bounded through the seventh floor corridor excitedly. while jay wasn’t a bad person– in fact, he was far from it– he had a knack for getting into mischief. mischief that usually landed him in snape’s office, but there was no need to get into the head of house’s obvious affection for the american born wizard right this moment. it made him feel loads uncomfortable, as a matter of fact; jay smirked as he remembered the potions professor’s face turning purple when he’d told him as much. frankly, he was surprised he’d lived to tell the tale– but more on that later, perhaps.

today…today, jay had decided that he ought to do something about the lack of morale in the halls. it was for the greater good, he had decided, to make sure that everyone had a smile on their face– whether they wanted it or not. under the guise of needing someone to practice charms on, he’d gotten a number of people to agree to allow him to cast CHEERING CHARMS on them, knowing that they wouldn’t die if it backfired. unbeknownst to them, flitwick wasn’t even teaching charms to his class at the moment. weirdly enough, jay had happened upon them by himself. and what was the harm if he overdid it, anyway? the worst that could happen was them winding up hysterically laughing, which was a lot better than the moping for the weekend he’d otherwise….remedied. 

“yo!” jay exclaimed in greeting to someone now coming into view. perhaps, his next ‘victim.’ or maybe partner in laughter creation. “what’s up? did you like, hear about the defense against the dark arts subject this week? it’s bitchin.” jay said conversationally, smiling crookedly.

“oh yeah, dude!” augustus played along. it took a lot to hinder his pending eye roll and string of derogatory comments (for the time being) from spewing out like rapidfire. “totally bitchin.” he flashed a grin towards the gryffindor before adding, “if i’m not mistaken, the topic is how to resist the imperius curse?” he hummed quietly. "the lesson could possibly be of good use to you —- you know, for future reference."

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littlcbyrd:

          ❝ i highly DOUBT there was any form of affection behind it, goyle, ❞ the blonde huffed as she let her gaze wander away from the other student - as if proving his point. ❝ i’ll have you know that it was not my sheer curiosity that let my mind wander that day, my mind was in the clouds from another sleepless night…. ❞ her voice trailed off as she looked back at her housemate, arms crossing as she muttered with a childish pout,❝ es tut mir leid… ❞

“well, you’re not wrong there. but i wasn’t going to tell you that i didn’t call you a bint ‘cause that’d be LYING and goyles don’t lie (my arse).” the slytherin boy raised his eyebrows, practically prodding her to urge on. he displayed a smug smile when she couldn’t expound any longer. “i do love you though —- you know, when you’re not blowing up the contents of our cauldron in my face.”

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borealisaurorax:

“How many tickles does it take to get an octopus to laugh?” Rory questioned, no doubt it being one of the jokes she had tucked away in her mind, the blonde giving a chance for the other to answer if they wanted to. “Ten-tickles!” Came her response, erupting in a fit of giggles. “That’s probably the best one I’ve ever heard, definitely my new FAVORITE.”

Gus snorted, a quick roll of his eyes following suit. He gave his seatmate a quick once over with a mocking ’Is this witch serious?’ expression etched upon his face. “Hilarious.” He deadpanned. “Really, Clearwater —- I’d say it’s some of your best work. One could only PRAY that there are far much more where that came from.”

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littlcbyrd:

           ❝ es tut mir leid. what did you just say, i don’t think i heard you right? ❞

“no, you heard me right. i called you a bint, but out of love. your ability to let your mind wander always gets you in some deep shit, though. remember in potions a few weeks ago? i specifically told you to stir twice clockwise and you go and stir thrice counter-clockwise. i doubt you’d do that on purpose, unless your intention was to blow us up.”

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gryffindarius:

“c’mon, the date couldn’t have been that bad.”

“couldn’t have been that bad? he told her she smelt of pinecones and deer dung and that it reminded him of the bloody forest. i’m surprised she didn’t make a run for it right then.”

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ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛᴜs xɪᴀɴɢʟɪᴜ ɢᴏʏʟᴇ

so what goes on, my dudes? i’m em and this is “gus” my sweet slytherin child. i’m going to leave this mini ( about me ) for y’all while i finish up some gifs.

i. his maternal grandparents are purebloods from the ancient dizáng and zhū families, who migrated to edinburgh, scotland from china in the early 1940′s. 

ii. foirtchern goyle, augustus’ grandfather, is a member of the original knights of walpurgis. naturally, augustus’ father, followed suit and willingly became a death eater. as for augustus? eventually earning the dark mark is everything and more to him, at least, he thinks it is.

iii. through the years, augustus has become the irascible, affluent, elitist his parents ( more like hired tutors ) raised him to be. long story short, gus has been a spoiled rotten bully since birth. whether you’re a muggleborn, halfie, blood traitor, or just plain poor? the guy will taunt you — mercilessly.

iv. despite the fact that he makes a handful of unintelligible choices outside of class and literally every where else, he’s quite intelligent. he highly excels in defense against the dark arts, transfigurations and potions. as of late, he’s uncertain of what the future might hold for him but his father wants him to take reign of the family business once he graduates next year.

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