#brvckens

              “Calm down, Anderson. Your secrets safe with me.” He wouldn’t want to DISRUPT the balance of his oh so straight reputation. Especially wouldn’t want to expose the fact Sebastian had finally gotten into an Anderson, one way or another, it just hadn’t been the one he’d originally sought out; but beggars couldn’t be choosers in this situation, and fuck if SEBASTIAN SMYTHE would ever fall into either cliche. 

              Funny how SMALL Los Angeles could be sometimes, and how fate worked in mysterious ways. Sebastian grabbed his shirt from the floor and tugged it on, eyes locked on the other’s in a silent stand off. What, was he that OVERLY PARANOID type? Coop was hot, and he dug the sex, but the theatrics? “But for the record, it’s 2018.”  Seb’s brow was cocked up in challenge, skilled fingers working the buttons of his shirt back together. “I know you’re old, but there are worse things out there than being gay.” The fact that Cooper acted like he did, only to SWALLOW IT DOWN? Hide this? It seemed hypocritical, but who was Sebastian to sit and judge. He was just here for the ride. 

the burrow  is  a  house  of complete  chaos   ,   although  even  more  than usual.     harry  had  arrived here  yesterday   ,   and  they  were to  set  out for  the  quidditch world  cup  tomorrow.    the  youngest weasley  son  hung  around the  kitchen  to  try  and  avoid getting  trampled  by  anyone   ,   munching  on  a  strawberry jam-slathered  piece  of toast.     today  was  meant for  packing   ,   trying  to  gather up  the  small necessities  that  they thought  they  needed.     considering  all  of  the  weasleys were  there  at  once   ,   it  seemed  more like  mass  hysteria.     he  was pretty  sure  his mum  had  said something about  doing  the dishes   ,   but  he  was  supposed  to  do  them  with bill   ,   and  he  certainly wasn’t  going  to  start  them  until  bill got  there.     finally   ,   finally   ,   he spotted  bill   coming downstairs   ,   flagging  him  down.       ❛       mum says we have to do the breakfast dishes together .   was she chastising you about the earring again ?      ❜      

       . . . . That laughter? It was drunken college kids stumbling in from parties and the almighty quest for late night burgers coated in grease. Three weeks they’d been in the dorms undercover, and Harry was wondering if it had been three weeks since Ron had thought himself haunted. Faux concern washed over his words, though Harry couldn’t wipe the smile from his face, “What was it this chain letter said? Care to enlighten me?” Probably didn’t help Ron was high, but whose fault was that, really? 

           All was fair game in the current state; and honestly a wee bit of fun at the other’s expense was payback for the mighty bruise on his elbow; from when Ron had fallen asleep in lecture. He’d been snoring up a storm and all Harry had went to do was elbow him in the ribs, just like he’d done in training BEFORE they’d become who they had. Back at the Academy. What he’d forgotten was the thick metal bar that protected Ron’s ribs and instead caused a hiss of a curse to fall from his lips, collectively stopping the lecture and Ron’s snores that had started to draw attention from two rows in front, two rows behind, and at least six seats down on either side. 

         “And what’s the deal with these children? How’d they die? I reckon it’s something bad if they’ve come back to haunt you. But how bad is the question? Does the laughter sound more like Satanic Ritual, or . . . Burned Alive? Or maybe . . .?” He was open to Ron’s interpretation and honestly, he wanted to hear what drunken college kids sounded like under the guise of DEAD CHILDREN. Harry plopped down on his bed, while he grabbed at a handful of M&M’s, all of which were dumped hazardously into his mouth. And maybe he was a little bit high too, but that wasn’t his fault. He’d been offered a few hits and . . . WELL. He had to play the part, get the kids to trust him. MAKE CONNECTIONS, hadn’t he? That’s why they were here. 

           “OMFG, I LOVE THAT!!!”  Willow said.