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It felt like another year had come and gone in a flash, but this year was different. He was starting into his fourth year which meant this year would be full of ‘the last’s. The first being, their last summer trip. Winston was excited, of course, but there was a lingering bittersweetness surrounding the journey and not just because of the overwhelming disappointment many of the students felt regarding the location and planning or lack thereof, of said trip. It was to be his last, the ending of an era, and despite what was looking like devastating odds, he was determined to enjoy himself.

Cheering up Félix was the clearest path to his own happiness but certainly would not be an easy feat. “I know it’ll feel like an eternity, Fée but we can talk or I’ll read you something or we can listen to music...we’ll probably have time for all of that, to be honest.” He grimaced apologetically, a dimple peeking from his left cheek as he tried to cover up what felt like a failure. He lifted an arm, sliding it around his boyfriend’s shoulders and pulling him closer. “It’d be good if you could rest,” he mentioned gently, trying to be casual about what he feared would be an uncomfortable experience for Félix. Winston had, of course, prepared for the situation.

Headcanon Time - Accepting!

Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

To put it delicately,Winston is rather accident-prone. He has not had any serious injuries, thankfully, but bumps, breaks, and bruises have been far too many to count! He’s a bit of a clumsy fellow. Tall, broad and long-limbed; just gangly enough to cause trouble, it would seem! Winston could possibly be the most unintentionally destructive person you’ll ever meet. It’s intensely embarrassing how many things this Ravenclaw has accidentally demolished. He feels like his habit of being unable to control his body detracts from his overall intelligence. After all, what sort of knowledgeable person can’t control his or her body? He feels almost directly responsible for Felix developing an interest in healing magic for the sheer multitude of times he’s had to sit by helplessly after Winston obliterated something and himself in the process.

Headcanon Time - Accepting!

Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

Fate is one of those four-letter words that you won’t find Winston using often. He hates the idea that he isn’t in control of his life; that things have already been designed by some higher force and he has no choice but to accept the hand he’s been dealt. In some applications, Fate is a romantic notion, but he much prefers the idea that his hard work and effort has brought him the fortune or misfortune that comes into his life.

Despite being a wizard and living in a magical society, Winston prefers logic and reason over mystical measures, which is not to say he does not lend credence to Divination. He has absolutely no skill at looking beyond the obvious so he greatly respects those who are able to glimpse beyond the veil. He doesn’t, however, feel as if prophecy or Fate, are exchangeable in terms of what diviners are capable of seeing. There’s still an element of choice, in his mind, when comparing a concept like Fate and someone able to sense what could happen if you continue on a certain path.

Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

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How does your muse feel about storms? Is he afraid of them or do they calm him?

In general, storms make Winston a bit anxious. He isn’t uncharacteristically upset by them but he certainly doesn’t enjoy a storm like some people do. Mother Nature possesses a terrifying wrath and Winston can’t overlook the inherent dangers associated with weather in favor of enjoying the flashes and booms that go along with storms. Pelting rain on a rooftop, on the other hand, is quite soothing but electricity crackling from the Heavens towards the Earth, not so much.

How well does your muse sleep?

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Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

Winston hoisted his satchel onto the bench between him and the person to his left. There wasn’t enough room to do so on his right. There was barely enough room for oxygen between him and Félix. Carefully, he transferred the baked goods he’d just spent the last five or so minutes delicately wrapping in napkins into his bag. He could feel several sets of eyes on him and then an inquisitive chin on his shoulder. Why exactly was he hoarding food?

“It’s gonna be a long night, Fée,” he explained, tone slightly warning. “We’ll need this for energy later.” That was Winston. Always looking ahead, always preparing and yet, somehow not completely thinking things through. “So! My place or yours?” he asked more cheerfully as he pulled the flap on his bag down and turned back to the boy beside him. In the process, his gaze hovered over the two Hufflepuff girls that had been sitting across from them but who were now hurrying out of their seats with cheeks flushed so bright that even Winston noticed.

He froze, eyes wide with panic. He wasn’t sure their ages; somewhere under seventh year for sure. “Studying! We’re not...! We’ll be studying all night!” he blurted out frantically but it only seemed to cause them to quicken their pace. Dejectedly, Winston sighed and turned defeated to the boy to his right. “Scarred. I’ve scarred them...”