#crcameron

✨ a spell for @crcameron

the key to a good uwu is innocence.

“that’s a good way to start a lecture, right?”

“no, mostly because no one should ever give a lecture about uwu.”

“killjoy,” malcolm huffs, and moves his notes to a different part of the living room. calling them notes would be generous, actually. it just consists of a couple of emojis drawn on a gently used napkin—okay, one emoji, the fabled uwu, and he’s not really that great at it either. malcolm was trying to draw a face, initially—cameron’s face, because he’s the human embodiment of a whole ass uwu and this whole thing is supposed to be for his benefit anyway. the doodles are supposed to function like a visual cue.

too bad he has no artistic talent whatsoever!

that’s alright, malcolm thinks, grinning savagely as he eventually pockets the napkin and stands up, looking like a primeval warrior heading out to battle. that’s cool. strolling through the castle, he eventually exits onto the grounds and nods to himself. he doesn’t need visual aids or anything to explain the finer points of uwu culture to cameron. all he needs to do is wing it, like he does most things, and it’ll turn out okay. malcolm has faith in himself.

sucking in a deep breath, malcolm finally comes to a stop near the lake and leans against a tree, basking in the shade as he waits for cameron to show up. time is a human construct so he has no idea if he’s early or late for their informal meeting. before cameron gets here is good enough, even if it’s only by a few minutes. when he finally hears grass crunch underneath the younger student’s footsteps, he turns around and waves a hand in greeting. "hewwo, awe you weady fow youw wessons?" malcolm calls out, straight-faced, no shame involved.

Amelia’s lips part to answer the boy, she takes a deep breath but loses all her words when she hears his statement. She closes her mouth, frowning lightly while studying the boy’s face. “I can’t believe you just said this to me.” She huffs, arms crossing in front of her chest, her face turning into a bitter expression. “I talk all day long, spending my precious voice on giving information to student’s brains and enriching everyone with a different way of looking at the world, and you weren’t listening to me!?” 

FIVE WORD SENTENCE STARTERS | NOT ACCEPTING !

it takes several moments for cameron’s words to sink in, then several more for zeke to start sputtering. a) that was not the intent and b) that was really not the intent. he doesn’t know what’s more embarrassing here: his reaction or the fact that he’s still standing here back-hugging cameron. a flush crawls up his neck as he pulls away and rubs his nose.

“uh, for the record, when i said ‘guess what,’ i was actually going to tell you i got a new bag of chocolate cards and wanted to ask if you wanted some like usual, but—” you know, in retrospect, it would’ve been less awkward to just ask face-to-face. zeke runs a hand through his hair and looks away. “or, i could just give you entire bag and this box of bertie botts to never speak of this again.”

( cameron’s cute and all — but not his type ).

@crcameron

trying to find a boggart in hogwarts is harder than one would think. 

while there are plenty of dark, shadowy places for one to hide in the castle, zeke has a tough time tracking one down to trap it for today’s remedial d.a.d.a. lesson. maybe it’s just his distaste for the dungeons that make it a challenge; he avoids the dark, damp underbelly of the school whenever possible. the space reminds him too much of a cellar, and he could really do without those memories clouding up his mind—especially when he’s trying to hunt a shapeless creature that can morph into his greatest fear in the span of a second. 

he comes out of the ordeal with a couple of scrapes and cobwebs sticking to his hair, but the boggart in question is safely locked inside a trunk in the end. though it rattles in protest as zeke lugs the trunk into an empty classroom, he ignores the shaking and moves to draw the curtains instead. a darker environment is probably better for what they’re trying to do, but he can’t deny it’s kind of eerie. unsettling. you never know what lurks in the dark…

or, b-grade movie taglines aside, there’s no time to be freaked out when cameron’s counting on him to help him with his grades. d.a.d.a may not be zeke’s best subject, but he likes to think he’s pretty good at the tutoring thing if nothing else. he can help cameron pull his grades up to at least an E. he hopes. zeke’s going to try, anyway. 

and speaking of cameron, his face lights up when the younger boy enters the classroom. rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, zeke jogs over and claps cameron on the back. “hey cammy! welcome to your worst nightmare.” maybe the joke is a little too accurate to be funny. clearing his throat, he moves away and takes a seat on one of the desks. “okay, not nightmare, but...” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his nose. “ever faced a boggart before?” 

Most of the time, they’re in the library. Most of the time, Cai would be scolding Cameron. And this day seems different. The older reclines his back against the metal bench, looking over the stray cats rolling over and against the garden grass as he talks. He hardly talks, but when he does, it isn’t much of a fun narrative as him. Cause he has always been the boring Cai of Hogwarts. 

it feels like it’s mocking her. it’s mocking them. they’ve ended up in this hallway before but she can’t remember how they got back on the right track. she doesn’t know how she always ends up lost whenever she’s with cameron, but it’s interesting enough, though incredibly confusing. she turns to look at him and nods. “this feels like one of my hardest tests yet.” then she points down one of the corridors and begins to walk. “that way looks good enough!”