Seething and Blooming

Patience wasn’t a strong suit of Kennedy’s. Nor of any Shyverwretch. He could blame his father for a not very strong grasp of the virtue over the years that had lent him his own struggles with the concept. Trystane should have been in the potion’s classroom by now based on the totally unstrange knowledge Ken had of his weekly routine. Finally, after the Gryffindor had time to try to break into the storage closet, the door opened. “Trystane. Babe. You really know how to make someone want you. What’s your secret?”

Leaving the common room, Kennedy didn’t plan on running smack dab into Scorpius Malfoy’s lapdog. Merlin, that kid was short as hell. How was he supposed to notice he was even standing there? He had to remember to tell Eden how fucking good that nickname was. It was hard to refer to Albus as anything else now. “Potter, you gotta ask before you rub yourself all on this. Your brother does at least.”

A raised eyebrow and a low whistle followed by a smirk was all the warning Abigail got before Kennedy swooped in step next to her. “Listen, Harris, I got a question for you. How often are you snogging your girl in the hallway? I’m just saying, no one’s going to mind if you do it more, okay? I don’t know if the other prefects are giving you shit or whatever. You feel free to show the world how much you like being out and proud.”

Eyeing him as if he grew a second head, she shot him a pointed look as she replied. “It’s not like you send her daily compliments or flirt with her every time you two hang out. And don’t get me started on those… puppy habits of yours. You trail after her as if she’s your lost bone.” It was an ongoing joke between Eden and her that Kennedy was whipped in all matters relating to Stella. In fact, Sienna had made it a point to even try to push the Gryffindor into the right direction when it came to the french beauty. “Of course. Nothing but the best for the light of my life. And you too, I guess.”

“You starting to get jealous I don’t flirt with you every time we hang out, ‘ena?” Kennedy stopped leaning against the wall in favor of pulling her close, an arm around her waist securing her to his side. “I can start. Just tell me when.” Maybe writing her a few owls for a while would stop her from calling his ass out every chance she got. “Puppy habits? What fucking puppy habits?” His eyes narrowed, glancing the very long way down at her. “You know you hurt me when you deny our love to my face, light of my life. Why do you do that?”

Kennedy’s appearance brought a smile to Eden’s lips, one he was quick to hide because he wasn’t done with scene three of the little act today represented. The shove brought not a smile but joy and amusement. Maybe Ken’s speech was a tad too much, but everything the young man did was too much and that was why Eden loved him. Noticing the confused and partially guilty look on the young wix’s face, he took the opportunity and heaved a pained sigh. “That’s the problem with some people, Ken, they just don’t care who they hurt anymore.”

Reaching over the wix to softly caress Eden’s cheek, Kennedy matched Eden’s sigh. He could easily pretend he hated seeing his best friend so torn, as he did. Unfortunately, that action had brought the distance between himself and Eden to a much shorter distant (despite his own long arms). “With an attitude like that, I’m starting to think this little arsehole had something to do with the whole forest bullshit. Why else would they enjoy putting an upstanding wizard like you through this crap? Babe, if they don’t apologize to you we’re gonna need to tell McGonagall their harassing traumatized students to keep their own guilty conscious clean.”

Waiting outside the Charms classroom for the sixth years to finish their class was not the most aggravating thing Kennedy was going to do all day. The most aggravating thing was going to be convincing Zabini to keep her fricken mouth shut. She’d been passive aggressively mocking him for weeks and it was time to make a more move aggressive than passive. Catching her arm as she exited the classroom, Kennedy managed to drag her around the corner with relative ease. “Zabini. Just happened to remember you had your eye on something a few months ago.” He pulled the short-haired shrew venom out of his robe pocket and held it up to her. “Got it right here for a price.”

               it had been a few minutes that the potions classroom stank of a terrible stench; had someone’s flitterbloom’s tentacle been over brewed. she wasn’t interested in finding out as long as her potion was correct. she added another eel eye, as the recipe advised. but the odour was getting worse and worse, she just couldn’t ignore it anymore. antigone to wrinkled her nose in disgust and turned to the pair behind them. ‘ something stings. you better check that before kader finds out. or bloody shower, if that’s the case. ’

A free moment to take over the potions classroom was Kennedy’s idea of a good night. His dormmates complains too much about the smells and the common room would never work. He couldn’t have all those tiny hands sticking their faces in the cauldron, trying to work out exactly what he was doing. Now doing it in the potions classroom as part of his independent study, that was reasonable. It kept people out of his business. Usually. “Something stings on purpose, girlie. You don’t like it? Get out.” 

Leaning back in the dark alcove, her arms crossed as she eyed a few students walking nearby. “So when do you plan on asking out Stella.” She teased, her signature playful smirk plastered on her face. “I’m already planning the wedding in my head and the reception is honestly going to be breathtaking. Nothing but the best for you two.”

@kshyverwretch

It wouldn’t be accurate saying his time spent with Sienna was hanging out. The tall boy was practically lurking in the shadows, content to people watch until one of his many favored wixen passed by. Perhaps an accidental hex sent their way. Sienna’s question took all of Kennedy’s focus away from his task, however. “What makes you think I’m going to ask her out?” He knew there were a lot of signs, or better yet, blatant attempts to get her on a date with him. Stella didn’t seem to notice even though Sienna had. ”As long as you're spending your own galleons on it, it better be.”

“What I’d like to know,” Estelle began, a faraway look in her eyes. “is who decided it was a good idea to spell out ‘beware’ on the trunks of the trees.” The events that unfolded the night before were unsettling to say the least, but her lack of a filter often reared it’s ugly head at the most inopportune times. “That’s a bit extra. At some point you’ve gotta step back and realise you’ve done too much…“ And overkilled the vibe, she thought, consciously keeping that part to herself. “Anyways, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, this school is a NIGHTMARE.” For as tragic as Estelle found the loss of life, regardless of blood status or the politics surrounding it, she just wasn’t as shaken as her peers. To her, this merely solidified her initial judgement on the school and the majority of it’s lesser inhabitants. “You wouldn’t catch something like this happening at Beauxbaton’s, that’s all I’m saying, mon chérie.”

Wrapping his arm around his friend’s waist, Kennedy pulled her close. “Kroshka, extra is the whole idea. How else do you make a statement? Plant some flowers?” Brushing her hair out of her face, he took a moment to look her over. Merlin, those daily owls complimenting her had to start drilling the point home soon. He couldn’t help her part Veela kept smacking him in the face every time she glanced his way. “We’re not fortunate enough to be at Beauxbaton, mon chérie. They care about their students. Here they think the more we suffer, the more character we build.”

“Listen darling: while I know you’re speaking out of complete ignorance–” Eden paused: his hand had moved on its own accord to hover above the other wix’s shoulder. He examined it, pulled a face, and took back his hand. “– the fact you’d think I would as much as appreciate the recent events is appalling. Do you know how sad and worried my mother will be about all this? You think I, a gentleman, would delight in something that could hurt my mother’s feelings? Go on, say it, I’m listening.”

Kennedy slinked behind the wix giving Eden trouble and sent his roommate a wink. He gave the wix a shove, not too gently, before voicing his own opinion on the matter. “She’d be on her deathbed. Hurt by even the idea that someone would think her precious baby boy would enjoy himself like that. Is that what you want? A sweet woman crying herself to sleep every night because your head is up your arse?”