#kizziewells

@kizziewells

Up by the edge, Fletcher contemplated a lot of things. There were a lot of things on his mind, a beautiful confusion just rushing through the noggin.

Donald and Anette were sitting beside him, snuggling as sleep settled in their minds. Sitting at the edge of the window of the common room, Fletcher was craving more than the company of his furry friends.

@kizziewells

The best idea ever. Scrawled on the top page of Kizzie’s binder, written in bold letters and covered in glitter. The best idea ever indeed. As he packed the getaway car with their luggage, Fletcher was beyond excited to get set on their trip.

“The car’s all packed up. Ready to hit the road, Kizzman?”

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: kizzie-bae

  - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

(day after christmas when they hung out together with riley)

     - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Here’s To Never Growing Up - Avril Lavigne

The line was moving far too slow for Beck’s liking. Lunch time was equally his favorite and least favorite. On one hand there was food but on the other he had to wait in a long line to get it. Flipping his school ID between his fingers, he tapped his foot against the ground in tune with the music that was flowing into his ears from his earphones. 

As he held a tray up and ordered food, Beck offered up a kind and wide smile to the lunch ladies. They sent him off with hot food and compliments that he returned with a flirt and wink. Though his mood was shot the moment his hand met another’s for the very last double chocolate chip muffin. He looked up--rather he looked downwards--at the red-headed sophomore who didn’t seem to be inclined to remove her hand from the delicious muffin. 

There was a standoff that resulted in Beck’s impatience butting forward. “It seems we’re at an impasse.” 

“It does.” Her voice was light and if they were in any other instance, Beck would have commented on it. Yet there was food at stake. 

“What should we do about this? Flip a coin?” She thought over the question. 

“Why don’t we share it? Split it 50/50?” Beck debated on whether or not he wanted to draw out such an incident. Honestly, he just wanted to eat his food that he’d already felt like he’d wasted time getting. 

"Deal. As long as you give me your name.” 

“I’m Kizzie.” 

Cal’s attention was fully on the sandwich he had before him. There was a hunger within him that had taken control over his attention span since before Charms. The Great Hall was filled with students coming in and out and really the Head Boy noticed none of them. As he took a large unattractive bite, cheeks puffed out with food, Cal heard his name being called before a small form appeared beside him. He turned to look down at Kizzie, chewing as much as he could but only offering up a nod in greeting. 

“So I need your wise old man wisdom.” Cal nearly choked in excitement on his food but swallowed and chugged a large amount of juice before responding. 

“I am here to provide.” 

“How do you handle Desmond?” 

“Handle?” 

Her hands moved in the air as she spoke, “You know...how do you--” Kizzie let out a huff, “He hates me.” 

“He’s a little rough around the edges, yea, but I don’t think he hates anyone.” 

“He hates me, Callum. Hates. Me.” 

“What’d you do?” Her arm went out to poke his cheek that held food and he made a noise as he swatted her away. 

“I am a model student, excuse you!” 

“I’m just saying there has to be a reason.” He eyed her sideways and continued to eat, “How often are you caught talking in class?” This time Kizzie failed to respond. He nodded his head in thought. “Go to the next Potions Club meeting and when he asks for help with inventory volunteer. He can’t hate someone who willingly helps with his chaotic inventory process.” Kizzie leaned over, placed a kiss on his cheek loudly and trotted off. 

“You’re the best, Cal!”