* í𝕤𝕥𝕒 // 𝕖𝕘𝕠 !

It was a delightful feeling to get back onto the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. It’s what Benjamin was looking forward to the most every summer when he was home. This year, the alone practice was also a great excuse to get away from everyone who now carried those smart phones and whatnot. It had annoyed him greatly - they were muggle devices and did not belong at Hogwarts.

❛ — Because we must, as soon as you buy one of these, you have to sign a contract committing to looking at the screens for at least eight hours a day. The Muggle's ability to control its populations via technology is brilliant, you must recognize. ❜ Rabastan tried not to sound too catty while answering the Slytherin while he picked his precious phone from the ground and checked to see if it was still alive, getting another one wouldn't be too hard but certainly a bother, not to mention the fact that a simple reparo wasn't the most perfect spell to fix them, his phone still had a few dents from the last fall that seemed to haunt him at night. ❛ — The Muggles also have a saying that goes something like 'if you don't know how to play, just don't come down to the playground' I do think it's a great advice for you at the moment, Flint. ❜

instead of spending his spare time that day in the greenhouse, he had spent his time baking cookies. baking was something he had done a lot with his mother so now whenever he was feeling sentimental he ended up in the kitchen to bake. however, this time he had made more cookies than he could realistically eat by himself. so the only option was to give them away.  “you know what would make this day even better?” he asked. “a chocolate chip cookie! good thing i have some with me. want one?” he asked, holding out the platter. 

❛ — It was a great day indeed but- wait, what? ❜ It was not necessary to look in the other's direction to guess that the offer came from a Hufflepuff with the food offer and that chipper tone, but it took a few seconds until Rabastan completely processed what he had said and realized that he was facing a plate of what actually seemed to be cookies, a little bit too suspicious even if it was coming from someone from the house of the badger. ❛ — Should I be worried you're just offering them so randomly? Your house would be disappointed if there's something in them, you know. ❜

“oh, did you need that?” her voice carried through the castle effortlessly. she beamed down at the terrified gryffindor in front of her. “maybe next time you’ll look up from that retched muggle device long enough to watch where you’re going and then i won’t throw it over the ever changing staircase.” no one heard the response but surely it didn’t sit well. “mind your tongue you insignificant oaf! i’m bellatrix bloody black! you should be elated by the mere fact that i didn’t throw you off the bleeding staircase!”

It was times like these that made his post as prefect too complex to deal with indifference for his liking. If it were practically any other veteran of his, it would be easy to simply take some points or even a short detention without being biased, but he just didn't like to do it to a fellow pure-blood. It was clearly a matter that demanded his improvisation skills, so he just put himself between them. ❛ — Bella, my dear, let’s not start the school year with the wrong foot. ❜ His voice was smooth with no traces of sarcasm in it even if it desperately wanted to come out of his mouth. ❛ — I know you care a whole lot about the Hogwarts youth, but no need to lose your temper. ❜

“You’re never going to get laid in that sweater.”

  ❛ — If that’s your tactic into convincing me to give it up, you need a better one. I look great in anything, let’s not kid ourselves. ❜