daisy hookum

“Well, that’s settled then.” Tilden felt his insides growing warm at the prospect of being alone with Daisy. He hated these moments, where he was so caught between wanting to declare his love for her in the Great Hall and shoving fifty kippers in his mouth just to have something to do with his face. In the end, he decided on a solid middle ground. “D’you think you—ah—might want to—erm—take a picnic out by the lake? If—it’s not—I mean to say—d’you fancy it?” He groaned internally. You’re an idiot, Toots! Pushing your luck! 

"A picnic?" She asked, suddenly feeling a little flutter of panic. Or was it excitement? Maybe a little bit of both. All she knew was that a picnic sounded suspiciously like a date and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for a date with Tilden. “Well maybe...” She couldn’t think straight, her head was still pounding from her hangover and she needed more coffee. “If this morning is any indication I’m not sure how much I’ll be eating.” She said, gesturing to her barely eaten toast. Was the idea of a date with Tilden really so bad? He was sweet, and cute and her best friend, so why was she so apprehensive?

“Great.” Dom placed the toad back on the floor, where it quickly hopped up onto his shoe. He nudged it off carefully, but it hopped right back on, and Dom rolled his eyes, “How do I get rid of it?”

"It seems as if you have a new friend." She chuckled as she watched as the toad persisted to get back onto Dom’s shoe. “I don’t think there’s anything for you to do. Congratulations you’re now the proud father of one very well dressed toad.”

marlene was quick to pull the notes towards the other with a slight smile as she shakes her head.’ don’t worry about it, daisy! i don’t need any notes back, just return them to me when you’re done, yeah?’

Daisy smiled happily taking the notes. “Bless you Marlene!” She exclaimed, quickly looking over the notes. “I could kiss you right now, I really could. How do you manage to stay awake during this class? I swear Professor Abernathy’s voice is more effective than a sleeping potion.”

Kenny was notoriously annoying to his professors because he was the exact definition of wasted potential. He never took notes, only did the most basic of homework assignments, then got a nearly perfect if not perfect score on every test. He was beyond infuriating. So he was surprised when Daisy asked him for notes as if he ever took them. “I don’t have any to give you,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

Daisy groaned, slumping down in her seat and rolling her head back in frustration. “Than I am doomed!” She exclaimed, a little too loudly for class, earning her a few disapproving glances from her fellow classmates. “This is my second arithmancy class that I have zoned out in and I’m completely behind.” She sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “I should just give up.”

Tilden snuck a kipper from his place, shoving it in his mouth and chewing quickly. “W—well you don’t have to promise—that is—I’d never expect you near my nether bits—I mean, not that I have thought that much about it—Merlin, I’m saying a lot of things.” A furious blush worked itself over his cheeks. Why does he have to have been born with skin that shows everything. “Ah—nether bits aside… what are you up to today? Fancy a stroll on the grounds this evening? I saw this brilliant patch of wildflowers near the lake.”

Daisy lifted a hand to cover the giggles escaping from her lips. She was torturing the poor boy, it was obvious from the flush of his cheeks but he was so cute when he was flustered, it was hard to resist. “Are you alright Tilden? Did some kipper go down the wrong pipe?” Teasing Tilden always put her in a good mood, no matter how hunger over she was. “I would love a stroll.” She said, her heart warming at the thought of a quiet evening with Tilden. She may have a reputation at Hogwarts for being a bit of a party girl but sometimes she felt as if she would trade all the nights she spent partying for one wonderful night taking a walk with her best friend. 

“Don’t worry, Daisy dear, you’re still the most beautiful flower to ever come out of Wales.” His grin widened. “Of course they feed me, but the atmosphere is so much better over here.” Tilden nudged her gently. “I know better than to try to come between you and your drinks, love. I don’t think it’s a great idea to deprive a witch of what she wants when she’s cleverer than you and wielding a wand.” Despite his teasing, he does position his plate away from her so the smell won’t reach her. “I value my nether bits too much to say no to you.” 

“Tilden, stop it.” Daisy said smiling bashfully at him. It was probably Hogwarts’s worst kept secret that Tilden was in love with her, it was painfully obvious, especially when he said things like that. Sometimes Daisy thought there was a possibility that she loved him too, and that was more terrifying than anything. “Sometimes you have to make a sacrifice Tilden, for the great good.” Her heart filled with love for Tilden as he moved the plate away from her, and she swore she could have kissed him in that moment. “And I would never go after your nether bits Tilden, you have my word.”

hey, isn’t that DAISY HOOKUM? SHE is a SIXTH YEAR and a RAVENCLAW and I’ve heard that they are INTELLIGENT and CURIOUS but can also be AWKWARD and SHY. there’s also a rumour that they are part of the NUETRAL and maybe that’s because they are HALFBLOOD? . they also look really similar to COURTNEY EATON, but I don’t see it myself.

Tilden beamed with pride. “Well, I bloody hope so. My mum sent these.” He started pulling kippers and eggs toward him, loading his plate up. “They’re from home. One-hundred percent Welsh flowers.” He shoveled a forkful of food into his mouth, chewing happily. “You look great, for someone who’s risen from the dead. How’re you feeling?” He lifted a hand to her forehead, checking her temperature (as if that would help diagnose a hangover). “Last night was fun, even though I had to be up at five to check on things in the greenhouse.” 

“Oh they’re Welsh, that must be why they’re so beautiful.” She smiled, looking down at the colorful flowers, loving them even more now that they were from Tilden and her’s home. Daisy's nose scrunched up as Tilden shoveled copious amounts of food onto his plate, the smell of kippers filling her nose and making her feel a little woozy. “Merlin Tilden, don’t they feed you at the Hufflepuff table?” She groaned, looking from his pile of food to her plain toast that she had barely managed to take a single bite out of. “I do not,” She said rolling her eyes, Tilden always thought she looked great, he could not be trusted to make an unbiased opinion. “I feel like the dead, why didn’t you stop me after my third firewhiskey?”

“This green fucker yours?” Dom held up the gnarliest toad he’d ever seen - it would not leave him alone, and based off the fucking stupid bow tie it was wearing, it was someone’s pet. Unless toads as a whole had suddenly gotten into fashion while he wasn’t paying attention. 

Daisy scrunched up her knows at the toad currently being shoved in her face. “Um no,” She said rolling her eyes and turning back to her book that she had been engrossed in before Yaxley rudely interrupted. “I have an owl thank you very much, toads make awful pets. They’re always wondering off, case and point.”