we are ALL heroes.

Mark reaches up to run the fingers of one hand through Jack’s hair, just carefully carding through the strands. He can’t help the soft smile that creeps onto his lips.

“I’ll stick around if you let me take you out to dinner or something, deal?”

Jack tries to laugh casually. “I’m perfectly healthy,” he lies. “Never better. You won’t be a lost cause for long, though, Markimoo. I give hella good cuddles. I’m the cuddle master!” 

Mark reaches up to run the fingers of one hand through Jack’s hair, just carefully carding through the strands. He can’t help the soft smile that creeps onto his lips.

“I’ll stick around if you let me take you out to dinner or something, deal?”

Jack tries to laugh casually. “I’m perfectly healthy,” he lies. “Never better. You won’t be a lost cause for long, though, Markimoo. I give hella good cuddles. I’m the cuddle master!” 

Mark gives a small noise of surprise at the way the other student jumps. He’s right about to try and apologize when he recognizes who exactly it is. This is that kid that’s always getting in the way of practice, isn’t he? The slightest bit of a smile quirks up the edges of Mark’s lips.

“I’m not doing anything, no.” With that, he takes a seat next to the boy, setting his bag down off the floor. “I’ve seen you around the field – don’t much seem like you’re one for books. ..I’m Mark, by the way. Ravenclaw Seeker.”

“No definitely not, I don’t generally have enough patience for books,” there was a small pause as he looked down to the book and then back to Mark, “I’m more of a hands on person to be honest,” Spoole tacked on with a shrug because that’s just how he’s always been and it’s the easiest way for him to learn. “Sean, Spoole works though.” 

Jack frowns skeptically. “You need to sleep in order to get up early, you doof. Of course I’m going to worry. You’ll be eating a healthy three meals a day with a full nights sleep before you know it! If–if you stick around, o'course.” His voice gradients from strong and confident to quiet and shy.

Mark reaches up to run the fingers of one hand through Jack's hair, just carefully carding through the strands. He can't help the soft smile that creeps onto his lips.

Over the past few years, the library had made itself something of a sanctuary to one Mark Fischbach. Whether he needed somewhere quiet to crash after a game, or just needed to escape the stress of life in general, the near-perfect atmosphere of the library was always waiting.

He’d found, though, that it was also a frustrating place for a lot of students. Slaving over papers and whatnot isn’t exactly a pleasant way to spend time.

Today seemed to be no exception, the pink-haired Ravenclaw noted with a little shake of his head. It looks as though this student in particular has just given up on whatever it is they’d been working on. Despite Mark’s urging himself to mind his own business, he can’t help but find himself gently tapping the other student’s shoulder.

“Do you need some help, there?”

It would be a lie for Spoole to say that he wasn’t dozing off after only laying his head down for a few minutes. The worst part was that he really wasn’t even that tired, just bored enough that unconsciously sleeping seemed like the best option apparently. In situations like these sleeping seemed to always be the go to response for Spoole even if he was absolutely buzzing with energy when he couldn’t expel it. 

While he hadn’t actually been asleep he was dozed enough that the feeling of someone touching him made him jump and the sound Spoole emitted was something he would deny later on. It was a moment of frantic looking until he settled on the other boy. 

Ravenclaw

“The reputation of being dad. I am the House father. A very cuddly one at that, if you hadn’t noticed.”

He pauses briefly, mulling over Jack’s question. Does he eat breakfast? Yes. At breakfast? Not so much.

“Um.. I have a snack stash if that counts. Mainly fruits and such. I don’t usually wake up in time to get to actual breakfast. What, do you?”

Jack can’t help but laugh. “Well, looks like we’re destined to be. I’m a huge mother hen.” He frowns slightly, “Well, if I had anyone to mother, anyway…” He trails off, shaking it off and refocusing with a quick smile. It’s quickly dropped again.

There's definitely circles under his eyes, though, despite the way he tries to brush it off. He's not very good at the whole stop reading, get to sleep thing. ..Not that the bad dreams help much.

Spoole huffed a bit adjusting his hat as he stared down at the books splayed in front of him. He really did love charms, it was easily his favorite class, but he also would much rather be outside doing anything other than reading. Even if it was some kind of class project Spoole wouldn’t mind because he would at least get to be outside. However, this was probably for the best because he would end up not working and somehow most likely end up on a broom instead.

There was never really a time that Spoole wouldn’t rather be outside, or at the least exploring, sitting in the same spot and reading was extremely boring to him. Not that there was anything wrong with the library, but it was a terrible waste of time and it didn’t help that Spoole’s attention was rather fickle to begin with.

He'd found, though, that it was also a frustrating place for a lot of students. Slaving over papers and whatnot isn't exactly a pleasant way to spend time.

Today seemed to be no exception, the pink-haired Ravenclaw noted with a little shake of his head. It looks as though this student in particular has just given up on whatever it is they'd been working on. Despite Mark's urging himself to mind his own business, he can't help but find himself gently tapping the other student's shoulder.

“I.. I appreciate that, a lot.” He gives a soft chuckle, trying to hide his face in Jack’s hair. “You’re too sweet, Jacky-boy.”

Jack smiles. The tables have turned now, haven’t they? He nuzzles Mark’s shoulder affectionately. He needs this, he really does. But, he has to remind himself, he needs to chill out a little. He can’t go all mother hen on him, it’ll probably scare him off. 

Mark gives a little chuckle, nuzzling against his new friend. He’s got half a mind to just flop on Jack and curl up into his chest, but. Boundaries are still a thing, he has to remind himself of that. At least, some boundaries.

“The reputation of being dad. I am the House father. A very cuddly one at that, if you hadn't noticed.”

He pauses briefly, mulling over Jack's question. Does he eat breakfast? Yes. At breakfast? Not so much.

“I.. I appreciate that, a lot.” He gives a soft chuckle, trying to hide his face in Jack’s hair. “You’re too sweet, Jacky-boy.”

Jack smiles. The tables have turned now, haven’t they? He nuzzles Mark’s shoulder affectionately. He needs this, he really does. But, he has to remind himself, he needs to chill out a little. He can’t go all mother hen on him, it’ll probably scare him off. 

Mark gives a little chuckle, nuzzling against his new friend. He's got half a mind to just flop on Jack and curl up into his chest, but. Boundaries are still a thing, he has to remind himself of that. At least, some boundaries.