MR. BRIGHTSIDE

hello everyone!

i know nate’s mun has been helping me promote discord. but! nothing is better than promoting it on the dash.

for those who are interested, i want to open up the duelling club! in tldr form, the club is made with the intention of teaching students how to duel and what they should do if they are put in a difficult position.

i will be the one writing up the important info on what the club consists of to get approval. but, for that to happen, i sorta need to have members because a one member club is not permitted. (i already asked about that)

anyway! my ims are open if you want to confirm that you want to be part of it.

taking place one fine morning of sunday, april 15 2018 …. /s

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miguel fails to notice how his voice escalates, something meant for only a few ears now out there for many to hear. it is only the sound of clear clatter amidst silence, of utensils, dropped over in the gryffindor table along with the sound of footsteps that makes him realize he’s messed up. badly.

“bloody hell.”

at the moment where he sees mimi’s features contort, there’s a sense of achievement flooding his inside. his heart rages inside the cage. a smirk latches to his lips. he releases a bubble of laughter. it resonates in the space between them. ❝ you think that’s going to hurt my pride? ❞ his tone fleets between mocking and disbelief, unsure where to stand in the line. ❝ news flash mickey mouse! my patronus is a monkey and those kinds of insults are weaker than your squeaks! ❞ he replies back quick. his tongue eager to continue to prove his rooted beliefs.

in the brief moment that miguel remains silent, the gryffindor can’t help but feel a sense of victory. he was ready to bask in the light he called the truth. his eyes gaze the hufflepuff, arms crossed and raised eyebrows. there was an impulse telling peter to spill a taunt here or there. but, for the sake of his final win, for the sake to feel satisfaction, he waits. his lips stitched together before his reality gets twisted.

like the other intended, peter heard loud and clear. the once arrogant expression falters, surprise replacing it. the boy believes he feels everything at the same time. he feels a sense of betrayal. after all, how couldn’t rowan tell him? how couldn’t nate tell him to stop? his once solid will turns into shambles as the truth he deeply believed as simply a coated lie. embarrassment etches into his heart like a dagger. how it coils and he wishes he could erase this conversation.

but, his self-absorb mind gets pulled back into reality when he hears the silence fracture. it is broken by the sound of dropped utensils and shuffling feet. his head turns to the source of the noise. a pool of guilt forms in the pit of his stomach as he winces at the sight of the girl running away. his eyes easily find the older hufflepuff whose expression doesn’t reveal much. peter watches him walk away as well.

taking place one fine morning of sunday, april 15 2018 …. /s

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the words shoot out in rapid-fire without a moment of breath and miguel has to suddenly take a deep breath in order to take all the oxygen which he’s deprived of his brain cells in his ramble. "you know your "moms” and “dads” don’t have to be together because they aren't actually your mom and dad. and there is just no way they are together. they just can’t be. absolutely not.“

peter acknowledges his lack of understanding love. the boy rather avoids the concept eagerly. last time he tried, it only ended up with a swollen cheek and a girl spewing about broken illusions.

in any other scenario, the boy would retreat. his ears would be open as they absorbed what the other said. after all, this is a flaw he wasn’t able to sustain. but, such idealist mindset shifts once he senses the collision between miguel’s and his shoulder. the once kept down ego flames inside him. the cool he was trying to achieve melts in the pit of his stomach. it didn’t matter if the badger was telling the truth. his finger triggered peter’s ability to be incredibly unyielding. no matter what the situation laid, the boy would smash it with bare fists and unfiltered words.

❝ listen up miguel or mickey or whatever, ❞ he starts off, his jaw clenched. ❝ i must clear some things in the air. first, i never said they were together in that sense. i just had a very strong assumption that they liked each other! i can tell you that nate likes! or who knows now liked rowan! ❞ his throat burns as he blurts those words loudly.

a spell for @crpeter taking place one fine morning of sunday, april 15 2018 …. /s

it had taken miguel a while to unravel the tightly balled thoughts which had laid in his gryffindor cousin’s mind. he had hoped to be comfort for the girl who had done something odd. fallen into sullen silence instead of her usual chirps during spring break. time had brought back a part of her but he knew better. knew better, yet could not properly guess nor prepared himself for the answers he received.

positively spun or negatively spun, the hufflepuff thinks it should be a good news. the keyword being, think. it didn’t come across that way, uncertainty bowling into him along with pent up frustration. eventually it simmers down into whining, disclosing the new found problem one day to his trusty roommate. he wasn’t seeking any sort of advice, all miguel wanted was a listening ear to offer him small acknowledgement. which was going well until his roommate’s best friend came along.

not that miguel disliked peter. they were both seventh years, stuck together in class and he could say that the other boy was a great person. they’re actually quite similar. but that’s also where the problem begins. it was as if someone tossed into an empty room, two yapping opinionated dogs together, or started two fires and waited for one to kill the other. it just didn’t work. hence the incoming personal scuffles that needed physical separation.

something that might escalate now. it had been one thing for the gryffindor to interrupt his bemoaning by plopping himself down in the narrow space right between miguel and his roommate. it had certainly been another for the other to start lamenting about the downfall of his makeshift family tree which included his beloved cousin. bound together with the absolute wrong person.

the situation starts when he hears about the older ravenclaw’s situation. at first, peter thought he was getting spoken in another language. he understood the words separately. however, together? they sounded like a collision of emotions. emotional language has never been the younger boy’s forte. on the contrary, it was a weakness of his. therefore, the boy only tried to construct the scenario on his head. he put pieces he believed were the right match. which, it resulted in a mixture of half-truths and half-lies. but, to the gryffindor, it seemed reasonable.

it was either rowan dumped nate or nate dumped rowan. it would explain their peculiar behaviors. the somber attitudes shared between each other.

for a few hours, peter ponders over it. he tries to map out possibilities. his fingers floating as it tries to draw out solutions to this dilemma. but, his thoughts are skittish and fly away. frustration rises from the pit of his stomach. it blazes as his hands sink to the nape of his neck. for cases like this, the boy should be asking his best friend. he would know better.

peter finds relief when a break comes around. his stomach signaling as it craved food. but, there was a bigger desperation flooding on the boy’s head. his eyes squint, scanning the area of the cluster. his gaze brightening once he found his friend cladded in the warm tones of yellow and black. he pushes in the gap between him and another fellow 7th year.

with deaf ears, peter sighs. his elbows resting on the table, pushing some plates and cups in the process.

❝ hey, remember how i told you about my family possibly falling apart? ❞ he asks, a rhetorical question thrown in the beginning to add dramatism to his speech. ❝ well, the more i thought about it, the more it falls apart in my brain! i don’t understand how rowan and nate would dump each other. i don’t understand how would either dump the other. it doesn’t make sense to me! ❞ the gryffindor starts. his words coming out as a waterfall, quickly and loudly. his pitch rising, an octave higher than any conversation should go. gazes settle on the younger boys in between his dialogue, ears perked.

once he finishes, he releases a sigh. his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as small weight lifts off. but, it comes back at the speed of lighting once miguel taps his shoulder. his head turns swiftly to the side. his eyebrows furrowed together, one slightly higher than the other as a response. as the same year boy replies, peter finds himself appalled by his words. his expression changes from somber to shock. his head tilts as his mind tries to create a coherent response.

but, when it came to miguel, his thoughts weren’t able to mesh together. on the contrary, whatever words sprout, they were the first to get shot out.