#crmalcolm

avis threw her hands up in the air. malcolm has been like her big brother and one of her closest friends since her first year in the castle but sometimes he could be SO THICK. “malcolm. of course. who the fuck else? and how could you say that?” she huffed and crossed her arms tightly across her chest. she was not infatuated with alec. she loved him. probably. “infatuation is such a rude word, i am deeper than that!!! of course, i’ve never spoken to him but i’ve seen him at parties and, like, in the great hall and the common room before - i even saw him in the library once okay obviously we’re not complete strangers, who do you think i am?” she paused to angrily stuff a piece of toast into her mouth. “besides. did you SEE how he walked off the pitch last night? oh wow.” avis allowed herself a small moment to reminisce. alec lee, jumping off his broom. hair perfectly windswept, quaffle under his perfect arm, laughing with malcolm about something - oh wait, malcolm, shit. he was still sitting in front of her, wasn’t he? she cleared her throat quickly, “... anyways, i know nothing about him and since you’re friends with him probably i need to know things because i am definitely hooking up with him at the after-party for the gryffindor-slytherin match this weekend which we are definitely going to win by the way because i heard some girls in the bathroom today saying that slytherin’s chasers haven’t been practicing well this week. i mean i don’t know who said it exactly but it’s probably true, besides you guys are better anyways so i mean like, there’s that.” she finished and looked up at him, eyes expectant.

dane should be rewarded really, for not tuning out to that entire speech given to them about how dragons nesting habits... he thinks, saying that his hands itched to pull out his phone and check his notifications. he gives the dragons the real props though, because dragons are interesting. people are not. and when they’re given the go ahead, his feet automatically move him to find and circle around a nest that looks interesting enough. “do you guys think that... if we touched the eggs the dragon’s will send us blasting like team rocket,” he directs to his roommates over his shoulder, “because the guys were really vague about that part.”

after one more minute of deliberation, he finally moves a piece. though rather than taking one of the other’s last pieces, he sets malcolm up to take an important one of his—castor could only pray that the other third year would take the bait though. “your move.” he offers quietly, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back to observe the other’s actions. all the while, he hoped that the game would end soon so that he could go back to his dorm and not think of chess strategies for the next couple of hours—or weeks.

“i’m in love with him.” the phrase burst out of avis’s mouth and she immediately put both hands to her forehead as though it caused her agonizing pain to say. the older boy sitting across from her rolled his eyes as he took another bite of his breakfast. avis was not impressed with his lack of reaction, her life was ending. “MALCOLM. this is serious! i am in love with alec lee. he is beautiful and there is nothing i can do about it! i will probably definitely die from this!!!” avis’s expression turned somber, and she dropped her hands to the table in front of her - nearly knocking over her pumpkin juice. she spoke softly, to the tempo of a slow funeral march. “i will never recover. i am in distress.”