–– ♡ ❛ HUGO GRANGER WEASLEY.

stefan raised a brow at the man in front of him and then to the flower in his hand. “do i look like the kind of person that wants a flower?” or better yet knows how to keep one alive. the man sighed as he took the blossomed flower from the other. “what am i supposed to do with this?”

brows knit into a furrow at the question, giving a shrug of his shoulders, “i don’t think there’s a specific look to someone who might enjoy a flower.” cheeks were tinted pink, “oh! i mean nothing. i mean you don’t need to take care of it...it’s a self sufficient flower. just...put it by a window or somewhere in your room that could use a little brightening. but i mean...if you don’t want it...seriously just um...let me know.”

“Papa says a lot of things,” she said with a laugh.

Hugo was one of the cousins that she never seemed to mind popping up at her flat. He was one that she genuinely got along with instead of having to force it. For all she cared he could stay the night or the week. Lucy never really tired of Hugo. Their connection was never forced or awkward..or tiresome. Their grandfather had told them a lot of things in the past. Some things she believed. Others…. Well, she tried at least.

“Do you really believe what he says about the Uncle Harry being the chosen one?” This was one of the things they had been taught many a time. Sometimes Lucy was keen on it. But others it was hard to believe that her uncle was someone so important. She couldn’t possibly be related. “I probably should, shouldn’t I?” she said in reference to the sunscreen.

hi guys! i’m madison and i’m so excited to be here and to be playing my bby hugo and with the beautiful george mackay as his face...he’s my newest obsession but doesn’t have the most resources so pls bear with me as i make gifs of him. ANYWAYS LIKE THIS IF YOU’D LIKE TO PLOT AND I’LL MESSAGE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU!

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his  hues  stared  down  at  the  flower  now  in  the  roughness  of  his  palm  .  one  simple  crunch  and  the  pedals  would  fall  .  still  ,  he  fought  back  the  urge  to  squeeze  his  fingers  and  instead  stared  back  at  the  other  .   ‘  er  ,  thanks  ?  ’   the  words  came  out  awkward  .  not  knowing  how  to  respond  to  the  boy’s  blatant  act  of  kindness  .  ‘  what  do  i  do  with  it  ?  ’

hugo had the tendency to lean more toward the social awkwardness side of things and cute men made the young weasley even more flustered. “oh...if you don’t want it...that’s totally fine too. just...it’s so beautiful and you’re so beautiful. i thought you’d might like it.” he nervously chewed upon his bottom lip, “but you can take it home. put it by the window. she doesn’t take a lot of care. just a little bit of water.”

it wasn’t what ash had been expecting when he stepped into the sun. for the first time in days, he’d managed to drag himself out of his flat and actually experience the world. he hadn’t been expecting much, certainly not hugo, offering a flower, but he appreciated a beautiful flower just as much as the rest. “she’s beautiful, if not a little early, apparently.” truthfully, he didn’t understand gendering the flowers, but hugo was referring to it with feminine pronouns so he would too. “thank you … what brings you out today?”

ash’s reception to the flower instantly made him feel at ease. he’d immediately felt anxious the SECOND he gave the offer. hugo had the tendency to do the WRONG thing, especially socially and with cute guys. “a preemie flower!” he exclaimed as the sudden thought came to him, cheeks tinting pink, “i was a preemie. not a preemie flower, obviously. just a preemie wizard.” there he was, making things awkward again, rubbing the back of his neck, “oh...just grabbing a couple of things for my grandmum. what about you? i mean...other than coming here to get flowers from weird gingers.”

          ‘ why would i punch you in the face ? ’     the blonde asked with confusion before he explained further, making her raise her eyebrows in surprise.     ‘ wait, me ? ’     that was even more of a surprise, but she could see why they might have chose her, she was probably looking nothing like someone who would accept it and she supposed that must be fun for them.  well, not this time.     ‘ i mean  -  it’s your first game, can’t let you lose, right ? ’