awesomecakes

awesomecakes @ 2014-05-14T23:32:00

2014-05-15T02:38:26Z

Give me any one of my characters and one of yours (OR TWO OF MINE!), and I'll tell you how they end up together and about their first-born—even if they are unqualified to have children!

ALSO SPAM this post with any other prompts that float your fancy. I have a 14.5 hour flight followed by a 6 hour layover followed by a 6 hour flight followed by a 2 hour flight followed by a 2 hour flight. KTHX FOR SAVING MY SANITY.

I GOT THIS

2014-04-27T03:36:42Z


	LOG/THREAD A SCENE IN THE DIAGON ALLEY
MAKE A CAMEO APPEARANCE IN A LOG/THREAD		LOG/THREAD IN HOGSMEADE
		LOG/THREAD WITH A CHARACTER YOU HAVEN'T IN THE LAST SIX MONTHS
	LOG/THREAD WITH A RAVENCLAW

awesomecakes @ 2020-01-12T16:44:00

2014-01-12T22:49:01Z

The Loud Ones
Delilah Journal \| 25 \| Threads	Seth journal \| 25 \| threads	Kendall journal \| 25 \| threads
Jeremiah Journal \| 25 \| Threads	Hamilton Journal \| 25 \| Threads	Charlotte Journal \| 25 \| Threads
Cameron Journal \| 25 \| Threads

The Quiet Ones
Franziska Journal \| 25 \| Threads	Tiberius journal \| 25 \| threads	Andre journal \| 25 \| threads
Allyson journal \| 25 \| threads

The Deceased One
	Chester journal \| 25 \| threads

awesomecakes @ 2013-12-23T06:31:00

2013-12-23T10:48:55Z

5+1?

2013-04-03T04:49:10Z

I'm in a motivational rut... perhaps some prompts will get me back in the swing of things.

Name one of my characters with a 5+1 Prompt.

IE Seth- 5 times he was an asshole and one time he wasn't

State of the Muses

2013-03-26T19:23:32Z

k e n d a l l

Kendall is working hard at shaping the Wanderer's into anything that is not what the were last season. Management has given him a long leash and Kendall isn't quite sure what to do with it. Having never been in charge of anything before, all he knows is that failure is not an option. Not with so many people watching him. He's not ignoring Rose, per se, he's just has so much going on with his team (that he is not even sure she even knows about but he's not thinking of that) that he is leaving the quaffle in her possession. If she wants to talk to him, she knows where to find him.

Threads/Journals/Plots:for before I go/as soon as I settle
~Thomas- Mungo's
~Victoria- Batting those pretty eyes
~Nona- DTR? Is it too soon for that? ahh explain the whole rose sitch, hopefully more tactfully
~Scarlett- You knowwwww you want to come play with me ;)
~Rose??- IDEK

s e t h

One day, one day Seth is going to have a happy life with no drama. Most likely he will be 75 but he is determined to make it happen.

He is trying to give his brother time and space to grieve, but its getting to the point where he is legitimately concerned. How long was the appropriate time frame to let his brother hide in his flat with no contact with the outside world. He understood, Henry was suffering an unimaginable loss and grieving but there were times Seth wouldn't hear from him for days and wasn't sure if he was okay. Quidditch buzz was starting up again with preseason only a month and half away and Seth needs his brother to keep his career straight, not his annoying little assistant.

Threads/Journals/Plots:for before I go/as soon as I settle
~Henry- ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?
~Vinny?- Seth wants to buy him a beer. Have a conversation
~Michal?- Whats going on in your life bro?

d e l i l a h

By the time Delilah was well enough to be release the Turkish ~~prison~~ hospital she had been confined to for what she had learned was the last month she was done with being sick. So done. She had missed four important duels. And two she had been considering skipping anyways, but she didn't actively chose to do so.

One to never admit she was sick in the first place, Delilah ignored Nora's insistence that she should take it easy, and that the healers were serious when said she should probably wait a little longer before returning to her usual routine. She ends up getting hurt in her first duel back, due to lack of practice and generally not being ready for it. Danny, being healer and resident common sense holder for the Spinnet children, makes her stay with him after the incident to make sure she allows herself to heal entirely before she does some serious damage.

Threads/Journals/Plots:for before I go/as soon as I settle
~Charrrlie?? -She misses her twin something fierce
~Riiiich? - idk whats going down but they both nearly died so something is there
~Noraaaa?- I AM SORRY WE DIDNT FIND YOUR BF

a l l y s o n

Allyson is still a bit of a hot mess. Still trying to figure out how she feels, her brother's words were a bitter potion to swallow. And admitting being wrong has never suited Ally very well. And while certain things are now clear, it leaves her at a crossroads, conflicted about how she feels and having no idea on how to go about fixing things. While she could admit her wrong, she refused to take all the blame.

But when all the pieces and complitcations were taken away and there were no if ands or buts left, all Ally really wanted was to go back to the store. To talk to Giada, and restore things back to what they were. But there were some things sorry didn't fix.

Threads/Journals/Plots:for before I go/as soon as I settle
~Patrick- Warning: Crisis Mode Achieved
~Giada?- ugh idek she misses her
~Grahame?- maybe he tries talking to ally
~Narritive w/Sam- FEELS
~

h a m i l t o n

Theo has been just sort of existing. After the small excitement in his life revolving around tracking down the perpertrators of Tim's wife's kidnapping, life has settle back down to what he now considered normal. That is until Theodore came down with a flu to end all flus, and Theo learned about new feelings that he didn't know he could feel. He was not the type to worry, yet that is all he could manage the entire time his son was sick. The whole situation has him thinking one child is quite enough.

Currently he has been tasked to sort out this whole S.A.M.E. mess that had been uncovered with the latest rekidnapping of Holly's captain and teammate. It was certainly keeping him busy at work.

Threads/Journals/Plots:for before I go/as soon as I settle
~Rhys?- Catch up? Discuss sick bbs?
~Holly?- Errr I feel something needs to happen with them

j e r e m i a h

FUN! SPAß! DIVERSIóN! AMUSEMENT! DIVERSãO! With his grand trip with Miles winding down to an end, Jeremiah is ready to go back to England, please with himself and his winter adventure. Hopefully a few weeks rest before throwing himself full on into Preseason.

Threads/Journals/Plots:for before I go/as soon as I settle
~Matthew Summerby, Puddlemere United Seeker!- FTMFW!
~people?
~boy needs plot.

a n d r e

When Andre wakes up from his virus coma (second time round kicked his ass just a bit more than the first) and learns that there has still been no word from his little brother he is devastated. Switching between worrying his brother is dead and wanting throttle the little arse for forgetting to send word happens on a hourly basis.

Eventurally the only way he can cope is to bury himself in work to the point Adelaide drags him home from Mungo's, forcibly reminding him that while his brother is missing, he still has a family at home to take care of.

Threads/Journals/Plots:for before I go/as soon as I settle
~Adelaide? - ugh feels and talks and what not D:
~Mark & Tibs? -

c h e s t e r

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Threads/Journals/Plots:for before I go/as soon as I settle

awesomecakes @ 2013-03-20T18:14:00

2013-03-20T21:41:19Z

Met: September 1st, 1963
Even though they had known each other since the first day of school, thanks to being sorted into the same house, Ally Didn't really take notice of Sam until the middle of sixth year. Too busy focusing on her crush on Archie, and then dating Tony in fifth year didn't leave much focus for anyone until then. But all of a sudden the funny boy who had just always been around, was tutoring her little sister. Obviously she had to make sure he was on the up and up. After making excuses to talk to him more, Ally realized that just maybe she had wasted a little to much time on that older Gryffindor boy.
Started dating: September 30th, 1974
Allyson, due to reasons she'd rather not discuss tyvm, had always had a fear of rejection. Four and a half years of crushing on a boy and she still couldn't manage to strike up a conversation with him. While it was easier with Sam, they were already friends, she couldn't gather the nerve to suggest that maybe they should be a bit more. Not that it would really matter, as her mother certainly wouldn't approve of the muggleborn boy, no matter how kind or smart or attractive or over all perfect he was. Lucky for her Dimitri was kind enough to shove Sam enough hints (not so much hints more like YOU SHOULD ASK HER OUT) that he asked her out to the first Hogsmeade weekend of their Seventh year. Allyson had so much fun, she decided it didn't quite matter what her mother thought, Sam Davies was the most perfect man alive.
Proposed: September 30th, 1975
Being the utter romantic Samuel Davies was, he proposed on their one year anniversary proclaiming that a year was more than enough time for him to know that he had found the love of his life. Allyson couldn't be happier than agree.
Married: April 7, 1976
While their engagement was short, it was certainly not stress free. Allyson spent most of the months arguing with her mother and pleading with her father. Both who has such high hopes that she would end up with a nice pureblood wizard (like that Arcturus MacMillan she had spent so many years talking about). Patrick gave in first, stating if she truly loved this boy that was what most important. He just wanted her to be happy. After that her mother begrudgingly gave her blessing as well, while Ally pretended not to see the tell tell signs of the beginnings of a fight she had learned to pick up over the years.

d a v i e s

Met: August 18, 1970
Started dating: November 11, 1970
Andre asked her out to dinner for his birthday. Secretly, breaking the rules to ask her out, was a present to himself. He was quite please when she agreed. Even if she specifically said it was not a date and the only reason she was going was because it would be sad and pathetic for him to eat alone on his birthday.
Proposed: June 9, 1971
Married: February 29, 1972
Both of them being in love with their jobs as they were with each other, they had agreed that getting married on Leap day was the best solution to the fact neither of them could easily take time off work. Technically they only had an anniversary every four years. Perfect.

j o r d a n s

awesomecakes @ 2013-02-06T22:55:00

2013-02-07T02:51:42Z

Chester - 7
→Um Hallucinating in the street? Who wants to help him out, could be hilarious?

howell→nona→Kendall - 2
→ Making soup for Nona?

leanne→Seth - 5→henry→heidi?
→Leanne -4
→→ Ugh Idek Henry?

rich?→Delilah - 6→max→nora?
→ Hallucinating in Istanbul

Theo - 2
→BB!Theo - 4
→→ Holly?

Franzy - 2
→

Ally - 3
→

mungos→Andre - 5
→ UGH AINT NOBOBY GOT TIME FOR THAT

andre→Tibs - 1→theo→bb!theodore
→ Business as usual?

Berkeley - 5
→ Lmao will probably be fine in like three days because he ends up going to the base hospital and getting muggle antibiotics

Bribery Prompt for the one and the only Ron.

2013-02-05T02:00:14Z

“What is this?” Axe asked when Kendall dropped the bag in front of him.

“Spotted Dick.” he shrugged sitting down in the chair across from his soon to be former Captain who was eyeing the bag with great suspicion.

Axe lifted the edge of bag with a finger peering inside. Kendall rolled his eyes as he took a sniff. “You don’t share your food.” He said finally with some sort of accusatory tone. “What is wrong with it? Is it poisoned?”

Kendall leveled an unimpressed look at Axe. Perhaps he should have poisoned it. “Seriously? Poisoned? No. It’s perfectly fine. But you are absolutely right, I don’t share my food. This is your food.”

Axe looked between Kendall and the bag, clearly trying to decided if Kendall was telling the truth. He pulled out the container, lifting the lid slightly and smelling it again. “You don’t bring me food. Why are you bringing me food?” He asked dipping his finger into the dish tasting it. “And where did you get this?”

“Well I wanted to talk to you.” Kendall said settled into the chair across from Axe. “What? I made it. And no, it is still not poisoned.”

Axe froze mid bite, suspicion returning ten fold. “You made this?” he asked now poking the pudding with a frown. “And you want to talk to me? Are you dying?”

Kendall rolled his eyes yet again. So dramatic. “Don’t even bother trying to tell me its not good now that you know I made it, because its delicious.” Axe wrinkled his nose in the way he did he didn’t want to admit that someone else was right. “And I’m not dying. Sheesh.” They had a short staring contest before Axe finally gave in and grabbed a fork and taking an official bite.

“Well,” he said with a mouth full of custard, tired of waiting for Kendall to speak up. “You wanted to talk?” He gestured with his fork to go on.

“I’mleavingtheKestrels” Kendall spoke quickly unsure of how else to go about it.

“What?”

“I’m leaving the Kestrels.” He repeated again, shifting slighlty in his seat, readying to flee if need be. “The Wanderer’s approached me earlier---”

“Mon dieu! You are dying.” Axe interrupted putting his fork down. “This is sympathy spotted dick. I don’t want your pity pudding.”

“I am not dying. Leaving the Kestrels does not equate dying,” Kendall cut in exasperated, but Axe wasn’t having it.

“The Wanderers. Dying. Same thing.”

“Hey hey! The Kestrels weren’t all that when you took over.” he bit out getting a bit annoyed folding his arms over his chest. “Anyways, I thought you’d rather hear it from me than the paper or whatever.” Kendall was most definitely not pouting.

Axe stared at the half eaten dish, seeming to be truly disappointed that he had been tricked into eating it. “Take over?” he repeated after a moment.

“Yea. They want me to captain.” Kendall told him with a small shrug.

Axe nodded slightly, thinking this over. “Okay, maybe not dying,” he allowed picking up his fork again. “Definite flesh wound though.”

Prompt Perspective Remix

2013-01-19T16:37:39Z

Remix Requests

Tears
Originally by Cristina

Seth was bored. Bored bored bored. Rounds were so very dull when he was paired with another prefect who ‘preferred to split up’. Supposedly it meant that the would cover the castle grounds much faster. What it really ended up meaning was Seth getting a twenty minute nap before going out to catch straggling curfew breakers.

Except there were none. This was the fourth empty corridor, what was the point of being a prefect if everyone else behaved? Seth mused that if Wendy were with him, she would scold him for hoping to catch ickle firsties out of bed, that he should be pleased their fellow classmates were following the rules. Honestly though, if he turned another corner to nothingness he was going to lose his bloody mind.

Seth couldn’t help but preen when he found this corridor not empty. Success, student out of bed. And not just any student, a slytherin. “Oy!” he called watching the kid freeze. How cute, one scared of breaking the rules. “Fifteen points from Slytherin for loitering in the halls after curfew.”

“I’m not loitering!” came the indignant response, and Seth’s grin grew as he recognized that exact voice. Not just any Slytherin, his bitty brother Henry.

“Oh ho, looks like another ten for arguing with a prefect and defying authority.” Seth sing-songed, and before his brother could sputter out a response, “And just look at the state of you! Don’t you know that your uniform is suppose to be clean and pressed. You represent not only your house but your school when you wear it. That’ll be another five. A round thirty it’ll be then.” He could see his brother’s face grow redder and redder with each point off he took. It was so fun to watch his brother get worked up over house points, like they mattered in life. Detentions were what you had to worry about, and Seth was being kind enough not to hand out one of those. And he was just about to point this out when Henry stalked off.

“Hey come back here!” Seth called after him. “I’m not done talking to you.” Still no response. Honestly. Seth didn’t even understand why he was so mad. But he wasn’t stopping and Seth couldn’t just let him stalk off to his common room alone, to be caught by another prefect. That and if he left things as they were, he was bound to get a howler from their mother by morning.

“Oy! If you don’t stop I’m docking another thirty!”

Ah, that got him him to stop. Look he was even moving over the wall, Seth rolled his eyes. He bet that Henry would have gone off to pout in a corner if there was one close enough. He stood in front of his brother watching him stare at the floor for a good half a minute before he spoke up. “You’re such a baby, it’s only house points,” Seth said with a laugh. “You’ll get them back after your potions exam tomorrow!”

“It’s not funny, Seth!” Henry grouched finally looking up to his brother, “I work hard for my points and that—stupid badge of yours is ruining it!”

Merlin, his brother was such a goody goody. “Oh poor, poor Henry!” Seth mocked, covering his heart with his hand. If him docking points was him ruining things, he needed to get his priorities straight. “What’s the House cup matter, anyway? Oooh, the Great Hall gets decorated in your House colors! Big whoop!”

“It proves which House is the best,” Henry snipped, lifting his chin.

Seth scoffed, “And you think Slytherin is? See, little brother,” he managed to wrap his arm around Henry’s shoulders and tug him away from the wall and down the corridor, “if you’d just been sorted into Gryffindor, we wouldn’t be in this dilemma!” They would in a whole different dilemma. Seth quite liked not having Henry in his house, responsible for him a whole lot less often that way. But why couldn’t he be a Ravenclaw or even a Hufflepuff. No he just had to be sorted into---

“I’m a Slytherin!” Henry proclaimed interrupting Seth’s inner monologue causing him to roll his eyes yet again. Didn’t his brother know that being in Slytherin wasn’t as great as he thought it was. He felt he expressed this quite clearly during his summers home before his brother joined him at school. Gryffindor was the best house. And now the snakes have gone and brainwashed his brother and it wasn’t fair.

“Yes, we’re all aware and quite ashamed about it, yadda yadda yadda, Mum wailed for days when she heard,” Seth bemoaned, tugging Henry around a corner watching his brother’s eyes grow.

“She did not,” Henry huffed

Seth just nodded sadly, before continuing on. “She did, she did,” he said, sounding remorseful, “She knew after that it would only be a short while ‘til you figured out you were adopted.”

“Am not!” his brother protesting anchoring his feet into the ground and breaking away.

“Are too!” Seth countered, putting his hands out, checking off his fingers, “Mum’s a Gryffindor, Dad’s a Gryffindor, I’m a Gryffindor! One of these things is not like the other…” he finished off tapping his brother on the nose, taking great pride in the look of horror that was forming on his brother’s face. Completely worth the shouting when he realized that Seth was just teasing.

Except there wasn’t any shouting. Just tears. Big fat tears rolling down his brother’s face and Seth panicked realizing he had gone to far. “What---Henry, stop it!” Seth said frantically, ushering his brother into the nearest loo. Henry let out a wail, and it was everything Seth could do to not just slap his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. There was no way--- Henry couldn’t have actually believed him. This was going to be a weeks worth of howlers. And his brother was earnestly crying, he was only teasing! He didn’t want to make Henry cry! “You’re---not adopted! A surprise but---I didn’t mean!” Seth stuttered, pulling out napkins to wipe at his little brother’s face.

“I should-should’ve been a Gr-Gr-Gryffindor!” Henry cried, chest heaving. Seth propped him down on a toilet and grabbed onto his shoulders. Seth’s chest tightened as Henry kept whimpering. This was not good at all. He had to fix it.

“No---you’re a Slytherin! And you’re one of the good ones, at that! You don’t hex people in the corridor, you play fair during gobstones; you even wait your turn in line to pick out brooms, who does that?” Seth felt like he could breathe again when the tears abated. It was all true too, he wasn’t just saying words to get the tears to stop. There were days he was sure the sorting hat was wrong in placing his brother. He followed every rule. He just didn’t get it.

“Because there’s an order to things,” Henry muttered, taking in a shuddering breath. Seth shook his head with a laugh and ruffled Henry’s hair.

“You’re a strange little thing, aren’t you,” he said, hefting Henry up by his arm. “Go wash your face before I dock some more points----I’m kidding!”

oh yay.

2013-01-17T03:30:30Z

PERSPECTIVE CHALLENGE: Give me a thread, OOC drabble, etc., and I will re-write it entirely from my character's perspective!

In another Life

2012-12-28T19:44:47Z

Allyson Vance ♥'s Arcturus MacMillan
Nora Peakes ♥'s Octavius Pepper
Rose Knightly ♥'s Thomas McCormack
Kendall Broadmoor ♥'s Kate Dagworth
Seth Wadcock ♥'s Wendy Tremaine
Delilah Spinnet ♥'s Michal Conway Lynch

OR

Seth Wadcock ♥'s Arista Sykes
Kendall Broadmoor ♥'s Thomas McCormack
Rose Knightly ♥'s Rupert Brookstanton

OR

Kendall Broadmoor ♥'s Rose Knightly ♥'s Thomas McCormack
Wendy Tremaine ♥'s Arista Sykes
Seth Wadcock ♥'s Delilah Spinnet

Hogwarts 50

2012-10-24T01:42:47Z

Hogwarts 50

Apple

Theo caught the apple in just enough time to prevent it from hitting him in the face. He heaved a great sigh, annoyed. Younger years had no respect for what should be the quiet sanctity of the common room. Theo wasn’t stupid enough expect silence but tossing an apple about in a mock quidditch match, that was ridiculous.

“You should play quidditch.”

“No, I shouldn’t, quidditch is a frivolous waste of time. I have better things to do.” he said in a bored tone, looking over to who had spoken to him. Some girl he’d seen around yet never really paid attention to, not that he paid much attention to anyone.

The girl huffed, offended at his words. “It was meant as a compliment, no need to be rude.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “It’s not rude, its just the truth.” he said tossing the apple back to the girl and turned his attention back to his potions book. He glanced back up after a moment feeling her gaze still on him. “Can I possibly help you with something else?” He snipped fixing her with a stare that would have most scurrying away.

This fifth year though, stood straight not intimidated in the slightest. “You can apologize.”

“For?” Theo blinked taken a bit aback by the audacity of the dark haired girl in front of him. Didn’t she know that he had N.E.W.T.s to study for, that he didn’t have time for such nonsense as this.

“For being a complete git.”

“Hamilton! I’ve been looking for you for ages.” Alan said entering the common room pulling Theo’s attention away from the onrery fifth year. He stopped looking between the two confused. Theo didn’t blame him, it wasn't often he talk to younger years. "Not interrupting am I?"

Closing his book, he stood up from his chair as he shoved it into his bag. “Not at all.” He said cutting off Alan from commenting any further. “I imagine you have found something entertaining for us to do?”

“Excuse me, I think you are forgetting something.” the girl demanded before they could even take a step towards the common room door.

“Oh yes.” Theo stopped turning back. He took the apple back out of her hand. “Thank you. I was famished.” He said in a superficially pleasant voice. If she was going to call him a git, he was going to act like one. “Alright, let’s go.” He took a large bite of the apple as he walked out with Alan.

<

Stripped

“I have a present for you.”

Delilah wrinkled her nose at the pile of robes and clothes dropped on the table in front of her. “Are those someone’s pants? This is not a present. This is gross.” She said looking up at her boyfriend. Someone needed to reevaluate their definition of a present.

“Right you are, very gross. I looked like a right prat walking through the castle carrying them. Caradoc suggested we throw them out. I volunteered to take care of it.” Henry said dropping down into the chair across from her. Delilah just stared at him getting the distinct feeling she was missing a vital piece of information.

“And why didn’t you! I am not a house elf. I don’t want your dirty robes. Or pants.” Gross. She folded her arms across her chest glowering at Henry, while he just leveled a look at her. She knew that look. It was the one he always wore when he was waiting for her to catch up. She hated that look. Stupid smart boyfriend, why couldn’t he just tell her things. She glanced over at the robes again, this time noticing they were Gryffindor robes. Two sets of them, so whatever stupid plan he had, he dragged Eight along with him. “What did he do now?” she asked with an exasperated sigh.

“Tried to booby trap the Slytherin team locker room,” he said rolling his eyes.

“Without me!?” Delilah exclaimed causing Henry to raise a brow, “I mean, How dare he!” she corrected quickly giving him a sheepish smile. Some days she honestly forgot her boyfriend was a Slytherin, let alone was on their quidditch team. It wasn’t like she was coming after him. He was different.

“Without you?” Henry repeated, his brows still awfully high.

“Oh come on. Pranks are fun. And I wouldn’t be pranking you.”

“Uh huh. Perhaps I should just throw these out after all.” He said bitterly reaching for the bundle of clothes.

“Henry.” Delilah whined stopping him from taking the robes. “Even you have to admit that Captain of yours, what’s his name, Corduroy? He’s a bit of a tosser and deserves it.” She smiled a bit when she caught him fighting a smile of his own. “So where did you boys leave my brother stranded?”

“I don’t know if I should tell you anymore, now that I know you plot with him against me.”

“Not you. Corduroy.” She tugged on the robes, essentially pulling him closer and planting a kiss on his lips.

“Caradoc, and he’s still my captain Delilah.”

Delilah waved him off, not caring what his name was. “Aww, I’d offer you my assistance, but it seems that you don’t need it. Pleeeease Henry. I promise to mock him properly.” She wheedled.

“Fine. We left him and his sidekick in a tree just on the edge of the forest.” Henry let out reluctantly causing Delilah to let out an undignified squeal.

“In a tree! This is the best present ever!” She said kicking her feet in delight. She stood quickly pulling the robes from the table, letting the rest fall to the floor.

This time Henry did smile watching his girlfriend literally dance at the fact that he left her twin stranded naked in a tree. “That is how I started the conversation.”

“Best boyfriend.” She said giving him another kiss. “I am going to rescue them, and then I am promptly returning to give you a proper reward.” The gryffindor grinned at his blush and started to skip off.

“I think you are forgetting something.” Henry called before she could get to far. He nodded to the pants that fell to the floor.

Delilah wrinkled her nose. “I’m not touching those.”

“Well, I am certainly not either.”

“You brought them up here!” Delilah protested.

“First off, they were wrapped up in those robes, second, once is enough. I did my part. He’s your brother.”

“Exactly. Still not touching those, he’s lucky to get his robes. I’ll meet you in the entrance hall in twenty minutes, okay?” she said with a smirk stealing one more kiss before running off without waiting for an answer.

She made it out onto the grounds in record time.

Perspective Challenge

Nightmare

Seth was enjoying being at Hogwarts, really he was, but there were just a few tiny moments when the eleven year old really wished he was at home. There was a raging storm, and a large clap of thunder startled him from his sleep (which wasn’t so terrible as he was pretty sure he didn’t want to continue on with that particular nightmare). It was strange, this was around when Henry came in to annoy him about the storm scaring him, and whine and wheedle his way into making Seth letting him stay.

He frowned realizing that his brother was in fact not coming, that he was probably not even suffering the same storm Seth was, which wasn’t even remotely fair. Another loud clap of thunder had Seth deciding that, nope, he did not quite like being high up in Gryffindor tower. This was a definite downside. How was it even safe to have children this close to where the lightening was. What was Hogwarts thinking. Pushing back the curtains on his bed, Seth scrambled to his trunk.

He was just pulling robes over his pajamas when he heard curtains rustling behind him. “Hey! Where are you going?” Seth whirled around to face the whispering accuser. He was caught! There was no way he was going to admit that he was scared of a stupid storm. They would be sure to kick him out of Gryffindor for it. Gryffindor was for the brave at heart. Even if they didn’t, Seth was sure Michal would never let him hear the end of it, and he was really liking the idea they were on the way to being good friends.

“I, er, I am hungry.” Seth said thinking fast, keeping an eye on the other beds to make sure he wasn’t waking anyone else. “And I heard a fifth year saying something about sneaking into the kitchen’s the other day, so I thought I’d go see if I could find them.”

They stood staring at each other for a moment, and Seth swore Michal was trying to catch him in his lie. “Dude,” he said turning to grab a set of his own robes. “I can’t believe you were going to leave me behind.”

Seth blinked taking a moment to catch up with the words. “Oh, I didn’t know you would have want--”

“Of course! Always.” Michal said cutting him off and starting to lead them out of the dorm and down the stairs. “You always wake your best friend for adventures of the rule breaking sort. It’s part of the code.”

Seth nodded with a grin. Now that they were down in the common room the sounds of the storm were a bit more muffled. That combined with the distracting force Michal was providing, Seth relaxed considerably. “I won’t let it happen again,” he swore opening the portrait hole and creeping out into the hall.

“You better not.” Michal said fiercely, looking up and down the hall. “Which way?”

Honestly Seth had no idea which way. He just knew it was possible to sneak into the kitchens. Not how or where. “Well, it would make sense for it to be near the Great Hall, right?”

“Works for me.” Michal agreed with a shrug as the pair of them set off towards the Great Hall.

They didn’t make it very far before someone clearing his throat loudly stopped them and their whispered planning in their tracks. “And where do the two of you think you are going?” a Ravenclaw prefect asked.

“Breakfast.” Michal quipped not missing a beat.

“It’s nearly two in the morning.” the older boy rebutted.

“I was hungry. Thought we’d get an early start.” Seth added as if it made complete sense.

“Uh huh. Pull the other one boys. Back to bed with the both of you.” The prefect ushered the two of them back towards their common room. “I’ll let you slide and not take any points this time, being the second week and all.”

When they were finally escoted back to the Fat Lady Michal looked up to the older boy. “I thought you weren’t suppose to know where our common room was. You are a Ravenclaw.”

He just rolled his eyes, “It’s not as big of a secret as you think. One of my best friends is Gryffindor after all.”

“Uh huh. And I didn’t think prefects patrolled this late. Don’t you have a curfew too?” Seth chimed in.

“You two ask too many questions. Just go back to bed.” The Ravenclaw shook his head as he turned to leave, muttering something along the lines of “Firsties. Gryffindors. Bloody nightmares.”

Exchange

Delilah faceplanted into the textbook that she spent the last hour and a half trying to understand. How she ever manage to make it to the seventh year level N.E.W.T class of anything was beyond her. McGonagall was going to have her head if she was late turning in another essay. Guaranteed way to get a quick practical lesson in being turned into a lazy stupid sloth.

It would be that much of a change.

She let out a loud groan of frustration. Charlie was no help. Nora was once again down at the paddocks with professor Kettleburn doing who knew what and Octavius was much smarter and had finished his essay last week. Delilah was sure to get the most grievous disapproving look if she asked him for help being as she waited until the day before it was due to start.

A polite "Excuse me" interrupted her inner anguish and Delilah shifted just enough to see the blue and bronze and she groaned again returning to her face first position in her book. Great, now she was going to be lectured by some know it all Ravenclaw for disrupting the peaceful sanctuary of the library'.

"Sorry. I will try to die a bit more quietly." She said with a tone of bitter defeat. Instead of footsteps moving away like she had expected, the chair across from her scraped the floor as it was pulled out. Ugh a -helpful- Ravenclaw. Joy. She wondered idly if they had a quota of dumb Gryffindors they were required to help. Charity, that is what this was.

"I'm sure reading the text helps more than laying on it."

"Nuh uh. I get all my fabulous grades by absorbing the words through physical contact." Delilah responded sarcastically, still not looking up.

"Osmosis."

"What? " Delilah demanded looking up sharply, she was distracted for half a second by the pretty face, but was successful at reminding herself to stay on track. She didn't know what it was he said but it wouldn't be the first time someone covertly insulted her. “Rude.”

She narrowed her eyes as the ravenclaw attempted to hide his snort of laughter in an obviously fake cough. “That’s what it is called. Absorbing something through contact, osmosis.” He was doing his best to fight the smile, but it was creeping on his face to spite him.

“Well aren’t you super smart.”

“I am.” He agreed ignoring her sarcastic tone and pulling her book and notes towards him to see what she was working on. “I could help you, if you wanted.”

Delilah studied the boy across from her. She was almost positive he wasn’t in her year. Well he couldn’t be! Otherwise she would have seen him in at least one of her classes over the past seven years. “How are you going to help me? You aren’t even a seventh year.”

“Because I’m ‘super smart’. Come on, what could it hurt. I’ve finished two essays in the time you’ve been over here staring at the same page. I’ve noticed.”

“Rude!”

“Do you want help or not? I’ve gotten nothing but O’s in transfiguration since ever.”

Delilah folded her arms across her chest and pouted. She really ought to send the rude boy on his way, but she had to admit she was a bit on the desperate side. And he was rather nice to look at. And if she wanted to be honest, he was being rather kind and not rude at all. “Fine. I suppose I would appreciate it. Quite a bit. A lot.”

“Perhaps in exchange, you could teach me a hex or two? I’ve caught sight of you at the dueling club a time or two. Very impressive.”

Delilah blushed at the compliment, grinning brightly. She was rather talented at dueling. “I suppose that is only fair. I just learned a couple new ones the other day. A bit nasty, but really effective in a pinch. And completely legal in competition duels! I checked.” She tacked on the last bit quickly, realizing how it might sound. It wasn’t like she went about cursing people in the halls.

“Of course. Wouldn’t want to learn anything that isn’t by the rules.”

She smiled once again. No one had ever asked her to teach them something before. IT felt
quite nice to know that someone thought she was capable enough to learn from. How nice and not rude at all. “Sooo, do you have a name, or do I get to make one up for you?” Delilah asked tilting her head to the side.

“It’s Chester.” The boy replied with a sweet grin holding out his hand.

“Delilah!” She chirped shaking it. “Thanks for helping me.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Chester said politely, before dropping his attention back down to her textbook.

Superstar

Trouble

Stumble

No Big Deal

Jeremiah shrunk slightly as the crowd formed around him. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. His dad was always shoving prototype brooms on him to fly around. He must of had at least three different models at home. And he specifically left them at home for this very reason.

He knew his dad meant well but sending him a new broom right before tryouts, wasn’t going to suddenly improve his chances of moving up from reserve. “Do you get to try out all the Nimbus brooms before they come out?” a younger hufflepuff boldly asked as Jeremiah stood from the table. “That is so cool.”

Jeremiah just shrugged. “It’s cool until you get one that hasn’t had all the bugs worked out and you end up getting bucked off mid flight. Hit or miss really.” Picking up the barely opened package, he shuffled through the crowd ignoring the pleas to have a closer look at the broom. He was quite happy with his Nimbus 72, which was already available to everyone else, and had no desire to test out another model. Honestly the 73 wasn’t any better (if not worse) and Jeremiah wasn’t convinced one more year would have improved anything else.

Slugging into the common room, he was happy to see that it was mostly empty, saving a few other sixth and seventh years already swamped with school work. Making his way over to Matthew, he dropped the package unceremoniously over his open book, earning him the attention of the seventh year.

“What’s this?” he asked slightly confused as Jeremiah settled into the chair across from him.

“It’s a present. Happy last year of Hogwarts, I’ll never forgive you for leaving me behind to sit the bench alone.”

Matthew didn’t have to peel back the brown paper to know that it was a broomstick that had been just dropped in front of him, but he did it anyways. Only to find that it was a new broomstick, and knowing Jeremiah it was probably one that hadn’t even been released yet. “I can’t take this.” There was no way he could accept such a gift because there was no way he could ever return the favor.

Jeremiah just quirked a brow at the supposed quidditch player. Who turned down a broom? That was just insane. Though he really didn’t find it all that surprising coming from Matthew. “Well I don’t want it. I’m perfectly happy with the one I’ve got. And I can’t send it home, so that means you kinda have to take it. Kendall just got a new broom last year and you know how he feels about dad’s prototypes. He’s still bitter about that broken arm from that third year pickup game.” He watched as Matthew’s fingers danced along the handle while he hesitated in taking it. “If it makes you feel any better, it could be a shit broom and I’m not doing you any favors at all.”

That got a smile out of Matthew and Jeremiah beamed as friend took the broom into his hands to inspect it. “Thanks,” he said softly looking up from the broom to Jeremiah.

“Eh, don’t worry about it. Just let me know how it flies so I can pass it on to dad. Also, standard untested broom nonsense applies. Not my fault if the broom spirals out of control, it won’t, they fixed that four models ago, but have to say it anyways.” Jeremiah said stealing Matthew’s book to see what he was working on. He frowned at the text. “Man, I am not looking forward to next year.”

lol this will never be finished but eh lets try

2012-09-28T16:39:32Z

SHAMELESSLY STOLEN so you know what to do. These will probably be worked into hogwarts100/flavors. Feel free to specify the who/what/where/when for anything, and/or re-interpret the prompt word entirely. And requests as many Xs as your heart desires (but give me characters!)

“Awaken me” and I will write about one character waking up another

“Break me” and I will write about our characters angsting

“Call me” and I will write about one character calling out for another

“Draw me” and I will write about one character doing an artistic rendering of another

“Enchant me” and I will write about one character doing magic on another

“Goad me” and I will write about one character provoking another

“Heal me” and I will write about one character fixing another

“Imagine me” and I will write about one character daydreaming (possibly about another?!)

“Jinx me” and I will write about one character being bad luck for another

“Keep me” and I will write about one character delaying another

“Lock me” and I will write about our characters locked in a space together

“Match me” and I will write about one character trying to hook up another

“Notice me” and I will write about one character trying to get another's attention

“Observe me” and I will write about one character watching another

“Protect me” and I will write about one character defending another

“Quiet me” and I will write about one character calming another down

“Resist me” and I will write about one character, err, resisting another

“Silence me” and I will write about one character keeping another quiet

“Try me” and I will write about one character giving another a shot

“Unbalance me” and I will write about one character knocking over another

“Volunteer me” and I will write about one character being volunteered for something by another

“Warm me” and I will write about one character keeping another warm

“X me” and I will write whatever you wish!

“Yank me” and I will write about one character exerting a little force on another

“Zip me” and I will write about one character dressing or undressing another

Hogwarts Meme

2012-05-31T03:21:13Z

Omg I am not a crazy coder so you will have to deal with the ugly prompt table as is. Hogwarts propmts, please make requests for me to flail about finishing :D

Also 50 because i'm a slacker/want to set a goal that I will actually finish one day maybe.

001.	Mistakes	002.	Heartfelt	003.	Fading Away	004.	Spirit	005.	Choose
006.	Sword	007.	Defiant	008.	Panic	009.	Starlight	010.	Sacrifice
011.	Honour	012.	Bite	013.	Commit	014.	Fake	015.	Tender
016.	Trouble	017.	Final	018.	Waiting	019.	Awareness	020.	Winners and Losers
021.	Searching	022.	Semantics	023.	Irresistable	024.	Easy	025.	Breathing
026.	Stumble	027.	Fighting	028.	Stripped	029.	Involved	030.	Destiny
031.	Sweet	032.	Calling	033.	Nightmare	034.	Flat	035.	Superstar
036.	Spider Web	037.	Haunted	038.	Rich	039.	Everybody	040.	Meant No Harm
041.	Apple	042.	Darling	043.	Name	044.	By My Side	045.	Mountains
046.	Writer's Choice	047.	Writer's Choice	048.	Writer's Choice	049.	Writer's Choice	050.	Writer's Choice

Stolen from Emma who stole it from Ron :D

2012-03-13T15:55:16Z

Name one of my characters and one of yours. I'll show you three icons displaying expressions that my character frequently makes when interacting with yours, and explain why.

POTENTIALLY HILARIOUS Y/N?

Bandwagon!

2012-01-07T04:22:38Z

>>You give me a couple, any couple (so long as I've played one of the characters) and I'll write a drabble around 100 words. This can be ANY couple (anything; platonic, romantic, fluffy/cute, etc.), and it can have been a game-canon couple, or something completely off-the-wall. Back-history, future, AU [crack] all allowed. If you want a particular theme or rating, let me know. The ratings will be anywhere from G to NC-17 (but that's iffy in 100 words).

/ = Shippyness and "and" means ordinary interaction

YAY BANDWAGON

2011-12-22T04:43:07Z

Give me any one of my characters and one of yours, and I'll tell you how they end up together and about their first-born-- even if they are unqualified to have children (dies or not canon). I'll even give a PB! ~~maybe... probably not~~

YAY!

Yay plots and such.

2011-11-29T19:35:04Z

Who wants to play with me???

Franzy >> AHH 25 weeks pregnant! Christopher Anthony has her so emotional though... lol she was sorta crazy before she was pregnant so now its just more so... she needs some plot. Stubby? Miranda? other friends?

Theo >> Is in a relationship with the best Harpie, Holly Troy. He has some secretive plans on that front... possibly... whatcha think Cristina? Umm Other than that he's been quiet... up for plot woo.

Ally >> RAR She is so upset right now. Her and Giada aren't speaking, which leaves her not working at Boogaloo for the time being. The whole situation is down right depressing. Perhaps her and Toni can hang out with all the childrens and have fun times? She needs to be cheered up.

Seth >> Is being quiet for a change. All the weddings around him are making him all shifty eyed. Henry? Mira? Odette? Anyone?

Delilah >> Is all over the place. Emotion purely depends on who is around her. She's mad at Charlie but wants to make up with him. Scott just makes her swoon. Oh and she's super excited about maggie's wedding.

Chester >> Is having fun making friends with Penelope. I suggest eventual plot with Charlie... lol

Kendall >> YAY so happy! Him and Felicia are dating and things are going well. Kinda happy about all the other Kestral drama, so Axe hasn't raged any wrath at them. Quidditch trades are coming up and I think the Falcons are after getting him back. Hmmmm Sneaky team trying to poach other players.

More MEMEs

2011-11-23T01:51:37Z

PICK ANY CHARACTER I ROLE PLAY AND RESPOND TO THIS, AND I WILL HAVE THEM ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS:

1. Who their favorite person is in the RP
2. What is one of their deep dark secrets
3. What is their most prized possession
4. What they fear most of all
5. A question of your choice

Boredom calls

2011-11-22T02:05:28Z

Choose a character of mine, and I will respond with five characters from their game that he/she would trust with his/her life, five characters that he/she would throw to the wolves if they had to, and five characters that he/she would hop into bed with for a one-night-stand (no commitment, just a one-nighter), and why.

My Peoples!

Musical Prompts

2011-11-19T04:55:06Z

Berkeley

"I've been sitting here too long by a man from Milwaukee
He's been talking too long on his yellow walkie talkie
He's been talking to Mars but I think he's wacky
He says they'll come get him, come get him some day"
-Man From Milwaukee, Hanson

“Bloody hell, its about time you got here!”

Berkeley looked over his shoulder then back to Johnson confused. “I’m not even late, what are you bitchin’ for?”

“Oh I know but the hanger is in a fit. There is an owl on your desk.”

Berk blinked at the man standing in front of him. “I--uh-- wait, what?” he stuttered out as he tried to process what Johnson was saying. He worked hard to keep his wizarding life separate from his one at work, and now there was an owl here. Maybe it was a coincidence. Some wild owl got in the hanger over night, and just happened to pick his desk to perch.

“An owl. And it won’t leave. It attacked Perkins when he tried to get him out earlier.”

“Is this a joke?”

“I wish it was, sir.”

“Fucking hell.” he muttered before stalking into the hanger, and low and behold there was a small owl sitting on his desk like he belonged there, his coworkers, standing around trying to figure out what was going on, and how to get rid of it. Berk ran his hand down his face and sighed, “Damn it,” drawing the attention of everyone and the owl.

The latter of which hooted and immediately flew over to him and landed on his shoulder. He tried to shrug it off, but it was a persistent owl. Which he was going to murder. It and its sender.

“Aww. Looks like it was just waiting for mama bird.” Lieutenant Perkins said with a snicker.

“I’m just going to go get rid of it. Don’t you all have work to be doing or something.” said leveling them all with a glare before turning and walking out the door.

“Everything alright there, Captain?”

“Christ, is everyone going see me with this damn owl?” he cursed snatching the letter from the owl and shoved in his pocket before he remembered who . “Er. I mean, Morning Colonel McLaggen.”

Colonel McLaggen looked at him for moment. “Hmm. If I didn’t know better I would think you were a very strange man, Darcy.” he clapped Berk on the shoulder before walking past him into the hanger. “Meeting in ten.”

Berkeley huffed before he straightening his shoulders and following the Colonel back into the the hanger.
“Colonel, I’ve been sitting next to Milwaukee for far to long. Can I have a new desk? He’s strange.”

“Hey!” he interjected shutting the door.

“Sorry no offense.” he said with a shrug. “I was partly kidding.”

“No Lieutenant. You can’t move. You could learn lots for Captain Darcy.” Colonel McLaggen said not looking up from his notes.

“Thank---”

“Despite how strange he is. He’s from Wisconsin. What do you expect.”

Kendall

"Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone
So leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything."
-The Lazy Song, Bruno Mars

The very first piece of furniture Kendall purchased when he got a place of his own was his couch, and he loved his couch. When he wasn’t on the pitch, it was his favorite place to be. If he was quite honest, he wasted hours laying on the couch, eating cereal, doing the puzzle in the daily prophet, listening to the wireless, watching the telly (Muggles were hilarious and this was the best discovery of his adult life) or what have you.

Today was no different. Once he got out of the shower he pulled on a pair of sweats and collapsed on his couch to read the latest Quidditich Weekly. Currently, he was engrossed in the latest article on the Falcons, apparently they were making moves up in the standings and had thier eyes on pouching quite a few players from a few teams. He himself had gotten a offer in the post. Apparently they wanted him back now that thier latest seeker had suddenly decided to retire. (Really, one to many bludgers to the head, and he just couldn’t think straight anymore.) Like he was ever going to that team. He’d much rather put up with Axe.

Suddenly his world tilted and Kendall was on the floor. Kendall looked up from where he landed up to the offender. Felicia was standing behind the couch, arms folded across her chest, brow raised. “For a seeker, you are incredibly unobservant at times.” she said as if that explained why she had flipped him off his couch.

“I feel that was uncalled for.” Kendall said with a slight pout. “But now you have my undivided attention.” She certainly had unique ways of gaining it. Flipping him off the couch, blugders hit towards his person, smacks to the back of the head.

“I don’t think so. If this is really how you spend your time, I may have to rethink this relationship. I can’t date such a lazy bum.” Felicia said looking down at him. “Its kind of disgusting that you can have abs like that while spending half the day doing absolutely nothing.”

Kendall propped himself up on his elbows, not bothering to get up from the floor. “I could work harder on getting rid of them if that’s what you really want.” he said with a shrug of his shoulder.

“Let’s not be rash now. Kestrals can’t have their seeker getting slow.”

“I’m wounded.”

Felicia took Kendall’s spot on the couch. “Hmm, I’m sure you’re ego will recover. What are we doing today?”

Kendall sent her a mock glare before laying back on the floor. “Today I don’t feel like doing anything.” He said staring at the ceiling.

“Unacceptable. That’s what you did yesterday. You have an hour to think of something.” She said getting up from the couch. “I’m going to go get ready. I expect nothing less that awesome, Broadmoor.”

“I’ll have you know spending the day on the couch with me, is the the definition of awesome Bulstrode.” Kendall called after her as he got up from the floor. “But I’ll accept your challenge.”

Chester

"Please understand this isn't just goodbye,
This is I can't stand you."
-No It Isn't, +44

"And after all this time that you still owe
You're still a good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out while you can"
-I Don't Love You, My Chemical Romance

"I'll be there when your heart stops beating
I'll be there when your last breath's taken away
In the dark when there's no one listening
In the times when we both get carried away"
-When Your Heart Stops Beating, +44

“Go on, get up. Prove to me that you don’t deserve this.” Chester said looking down at the sobbing figure on the floor. “Get up and a get out while you can. The door is right there, unlocked and unwarded.”

The woman on the floor could barely sit up let alone get up and move and Chester couldn’t help but chuckle as he knelt down in front of her. “Or maybe, even you know that when I knock you down and out, its where you ought to stay.”

“Why are you doing this?” she let out gasping for breath. “I thought... I thought you loved me. I am the mother of your child.”

At that, Chester out right laughed. “You think that actually matters to me? Some girl that can’t even carry on my name. Conceived unplanned at some party that I barely remember. For all I know she isn’t even mine. What is she worth?” He pressed on his knees as he stood up. “Don’t fool yourself. I don’t love you. You just played conveniently into my plans at the moment and now---” he paused studying his nails. “Well now I’m bored. And I don’t quite like being bored.” He stood and made his way to the door.

“Wait” Jen said coughing up a bit a blood grabbing onto his boot stopping him from leaving. Oh she did have a few bold moves in her after all. “You’re just going to leave me here? What about Elisabeth... where is she? What have you done with her?”

“You think I actually care where or how that child is?” he asked plainly as if it were the stupidest question ever, “Why are you even worried about her when your own life is on the line?” he kicked his foot shaking her from his leg. How pitiful. Almost not even worth the effort, but he had to finish what he started. “I’m just taking a small break. Just a bit hungry you see. But don’t you worry, I’ll be here when your heart stops beating. Couldn’t fathom leaving you alone for that.” He walked away from her as she continued to cough and moan. Certainly did a number to her.

“You won’t get away with this, my brother won’t--”

“You’re family is the very least of my worries, dear.” he said honestly. “And believe me, I have already been cleared by the hitwizards. Tragic thing, my wife kidnapping my child and disappearing, all the while trying to frame me. I’m absolutely distraught.” He shrugged his shoulders before shutting the door on her, leaving her to stew for a few more hours before he’d come back and finish what he started.

awesomecakes @ 2011-11-13T15:17:00

2011-11-13T19:36:08Z

Here's what I need! Give me a song, or a specific lyric from a song, one of my characters with one of yours or a solo shot, and I'll write a prompt based on your request! Specific scene ideas are welcome!

Love/hate/friendship/etc all welcome!

awesomecakes @ 2011-11-11T15:27:00

2011-11-11T19:48:04Z

Kendall Jackson Broadmoor
25 Flavors

07. Giddy

“See, I told you I could teach you to cook.” Kendall said with a big grin. Preening over the mixing bowl of batter between them.

“Shhh!” Nona place a hand over his mouth to stop him from speaking. “We still have to bake it. Plenty of time to mess it up still. I’m telling you its worse this way. If I haven’t messed it up now, it will probably explode in the oven.”

Kendall chuckled dipping his finger into the chocolate batter. “Nah, its just brownies. I’ll have you making creme brulee in no time.” Licking the chocolate from his finger Kendall froze, concentrating very very hard on controlling his facial features. A tiny cough escaped his throat.

“Hey! What is that face!” Nona accused pointing at Kendall.

“N-nothing!”

“Liar! It is gross isn’t it.” Kendall shook his head fervently, but she ignored him tasting it herself. “EW! It’s so--- I did everything you told me to!”

“How much salt did you put in this?”

Nona shuffled through the sink of discarded cooking utensils. “This one, like you told me.” She held up the quarter teaspoon defiantly. She did everything exactly as he told her to. “And before you bother asking, I used this one for the sugar.” She folded her arms across her chest after holding up the measuring cup.

Kendall was at a loss. He watched her almost the whole time, and he just couldn’t figure out how-- oh. A laugh bubbled up before he could stop it as it dawned on him as to what happened. “Did you get the sugar out of this container?” He asked doing his best to hold back his giggles. Nona looked between the one Kendall pointed at and the one sitting right next to it before nodding. Any hope he had of holding back his laughter was lost when she confirmed that she had indeed confused the sugar and salt containers.

“It is not funny!” She protested stomping her foot slightly.

“It kinda is?” Kendall offer grasping his side trying to contain his amusement. Which died rather quickly when he felt something warm and sticky smeared across his face. He looked up to Nona mouth agape, finding her with her hand covered in ruined brownie batter and looking quite triumphant.

“Still funny?”

“Oh,” Kendall dipped his own hand in the batter, Nona’s eyes widening slightly as she watched him. “Its on.”

She moved before Kendall could retaliate, shrieking slightly as he chased her around the island. The chase lasted longer than it should have between two grown adults, and by the time Kendall finally caught Nona, wrapping his arms securely around her waist so she couldn’t run any more, the kitchen was a disaster. One would think being a professional seeker that was adept at dodging bludgers and moving swiftly would be able to handle an innocent game of chase without knocking over everything on a flat surface.

Standing there trying to catch their breath, covered in batter, flour, and who knew what other baking ingredients, it was Nona’s turn to laugh. “Your kitchen is a mess,” she giggled surveying the damage they had done.

While she was looking around the room, Kendall was staring at her. Taking it all in. The flour dusting her hair, the cocoa powder covering her left shoulder and half her arm. The batter that was splattered across her neck and face. He found her so incredibly beautiful, he didn’t even hear a word she had said. Keeping one arm around her waist, he brought up his other to gently brush away some of the flour in her hair. For whatever reason, she was still talking, he gathered as much as the word cleaning before threading his fingers into her hair and pulling her in for a kiss.

He had intended for it to be a short sweet kiss, tender even. Instead he found himself pouring everything he felt into this one kiss. The passion he felt for cooking, the fun he had just being around her. The fact that she could ruin something as simple as brownies and instead of being annoyed all he wanted to was see what she could do with a cake. Or actual dinner.

Using his free arm, Kendall lifted Nona up to sit her on the counter. “I should teach you to cook more often.” He murmured breaking the kiss, the arms Nona had at some point wrapped around his neck preventing him from moving too far.

“Well... if that is the sort of response I get for making gross brownies, how can I say no?” Nona purred hooking her leg around his waist pulling him even closer.

“I don’t know...” Kendall said eyeing a spot of batter on her neck momentarily before leaning in to kiss her again. On the lips, then a trail down her jaw, and finally licking off the salty concoction. “I could make the argument that you make it delicious.” He barely moved his lips from her skin as he spoke and wasted no time returning his attention to her neck and then down to her collarbone where he found more chocolate and sugar stuck to her skin.

“Oh...er” Nona was finding it hard to make coherent thoughts let alone speak them with Kendall devoting such attention to her. Not that she was really complaining, she was quite content to sit there with her head lolled back slightly as he did all the work. She didn’t even bother trying to hide the undignified noise that escaped her lips when the hand that was resting on her knee slid slowly up her thigh, the light touch of the fingers causing her skin to tingle. Kendall hooked his thumb into the top of her panties as his hand came to rest on her hip. “Oh.” His hand paused at the different tone. “I’m not having filthy kitchen sex.”

“Oh.” Kendall moved his hand from her hip back down to her mid thigh. “No?”

While he had moved his hand, he had not actually stopped kissing her. Which wasn’t really fair. “Ergh No?”

“Should I stop?” He asked seriously pulling back so he could look her in the eyes.

“Merlin no.” Nona said instantly, taking the opportunity of the small space he put between them to run her hands up under his shirt (which why he ever even wore one was beyond her) and lifting it off. “Filthy bedroom sex?” She counter offered already working on the clasp of Kendall’s pants.

Kendall laughed slightly before capturing her lips in another slow burning kiss. “Its such a far walk.” He moaned tugging her blouse out of the top of her skirt. “What if I can’t make it that far?”

Nona smirked at him. “I’m sure I could offer the right incentive,” she said before pulling her flour cover shirt over her head. She looked down and back up at Kendall, shrugging a shoulder.

Kendall wasted no more time on words as he wrapped an arm around Nona’s waist and lifted her off the counter. She kissed him as her legs locked around him as her carried her effortlessly to his bedroom.

22. Disappointed

It was understandable when he didn’t make the team last year, he was only second year and Hufflepuff wasn’t looking for any beaters. So it wasn’t a big deal. But this year was different, and his dad had told him that under no circumstances that it would be acceptable for him not to make the team. He’d been playing for years after all. Karl Broadmoor did not put so much effort into teaching his son to play just to watch him sit on a bench.

Which is exactly what Kendall was doing. Sitting on a bench in the locker room staring at the floor. He lost track of how long he’d been sitting there, all he knew is that everyone else was long gone and he had no desire to move.

“Hey, what are you still doing here?” Jonathan Bones asked walking around the corner, sort of surprised to see the third year still sitting there. As captain he was used to dealing with young kids upset they didn’t make the team, but he wasn’t expecting Broadmoor to be one of them. “Buck up, blue eyes. I’m sure you’ll make the team next year, just need to hone in those beating skills a bit more. Even though I still think you should try for seeker. I saw you watching MacFarlan chasing the snitch waiting for your go.”

“I have to be a beater.” Kendall responded dejectedly. That’s what Broadmoors were. Seekers were for girls and pansies that couldn’t handle actually being in the game of quidditch.

“Have to and want to are two totally different things, Broadmoor. That’s why you didn’t make team. I can see when you’re on the pitch that you don’t want it, and I need players who desperately want to be playing the position they are in. Sort out what you want to do, then try again next year. You have potential and it would be a shame to see it go to waste.” The Hufflepuff clapped him on the shoulder before turning to leave. “Don’t stay out here too late. Lock the door when you leave.”

Kendall just scowled at the floor as he retreated. What did he know about anything. Of course Kendall wanted to be a beater. Being a beater is what would make his dad proud, and that’s what he wanted most. To do his dad proud. He’d just have to train harder this year. Next year there would be a different captain to impress, and Kendall would make it on the team just fine.

But first he had to tell his dad he didn’t make the team this year. Kendall sighed and let his head thunk against the wall behind him. It was only third year, it wouldn’t be completely terrible. His dad just set high standards so he would reach farther. He wouldn’t really be that upset over it.

Hogwarts Meme.

2011-11-09T22:26:02Z

Shamelessly stealing this from cristina :D <3

This meme....you guessed it, is all about our characters' time and interactions in Hogwarts! From first to seventh year, you pick one of my characters, one of yours, or a general year that seems to be like a lot of fun, and I'll write a prompt based on your ideas!

Friendly/romantic/angsty, you want it, you got it!

And for those few foreign folks, you can send them my way too :)

http://www.scribbld.com/users/valesco_mods/2860.html <----GRAD LIST!

The Loud Ones
Delilah Journal \| 25 \| Threads	Seth journal \| 25 \| threads	Kendall journal \| 25 \| threads
Jeremiah Journal \| 25 \| Threads	Hamilton Journal \| 25 \| Threads	Charlotte Journal \| 25 \| Threads
Cameron Journal \| 25 \| Threads

The Quiet Ones
Franziska Journal \| 25 \| Threads	Tiberius journal \| 25 \| threads	Andre journal \| 25 \| threads
Allyson journal \| 25 \| threads