#lmhphil

Bed: @mfaery, I guess? I don’t think she’d actually be into it, but I could think of way worse people to have my first time with a girl with.

Wed: @philapostolos. Seriously, what is with that family and their perfect genes?

Behead: @jamesdubois. Maybe he should try taking something seriously for once in his life.

Phil had some of his old notes from fourth year saved, and he’d run up to his dorm to get them for Ian. He loved to help out the younger kids in Ravenclaw when he could; it made him feel kind of like his namesake. He wasn’t training a future hero or anything like that Philoctetes, but he was helping make sure people passed their classes with flying colors, and that was important in its own way. He was just on his way back down when he was pitched into darkness, and he tumbled down the last stair, barrel rolling back into the common room. “Ian?” he called out into the darkness, reaching out to try and find a chair or a table or… a human leg? “Er, sorry, is that you? I’m not trying to feel you up, I swear, I just left my wand upstairs, do you have yours?”

The hand on Ian’s leg had him standing up almost immediately, mouth open halfway about to let out a screech-- though as soon as he recognized Phil’s voice, he stopped. “It’s alright,” His voice was pitched almost an octave higher than usual, startled by the hand that suddenly reached out of nowhere to grab his leg. Letting out a sigh of relief that it was only Phil and not some nightmare-ish monster come to haunt them, he sat back into his chair with a soft thump. “I don’t, it’s in my room,” he confessed, “Are you okay? That sounded like it hurt.”

Kaissa had been studying all night, she wasn’t for sure what time it was but it was early in the morning. She yawned as she put the books, rubbed her eyes after she took off her glasses and headed down to the Great Hall for food. She became closer to the elves in her third year, something about helping them with the stove had put her on the good side.Once she was done eating,  she pushed aside her dishes, noting that she would return them to the kitchen but she placed her head onto the table and didn’t want to fight to keep her eyes open. So she let them close.

It was like she was  in the Underworld, she didn’t understood since she hadn’t been before. She glanced behind her, wrapped her arms around herself and kept walking. She hid behind a statue once she heard voices coming. She pulled her glasses from her pocket and slipped them on to see three figures coming towards her. She scooted backwards, out of sight and bumped into something, well someone. “Well, well. Isn’t my dear daughter, Kaissa? Haven’t seen you in what? Months ever since you went to that fancy school. What is it again?” Kaissa closed her eyes, prayed that none of this was real and could feel tears well up. The mintue she felt someone’s hand on her shoulder, that’s when she let out a piercing scream and saw blue around her. 

“Let me go!” Kaissa screamed as she opened up her eyes and could see the blue flames around her then she looked to see it was Phil. She sniffed before she let out a sob and felt wetness against her cheeks. She curled herself into a ball on the bench as she buried her face in between her legs as she rocked back and forth.