#ltopen

“I hope this works,” Peter muttered to himself.

Fabian screamed at a pitch uncommon to a teenage boy of his age as he quickly pulled his jacket to cover his head while his other arm tried to cover his midsection. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” He asked. “I know I’m irresistible and all, but you could at least try to control yourself.”

The pitiful glances have mostly died down over the month, but Ted was still a bit wary. Professor McGonagall made sure to inform him that his father’s body had been placed in a nice muggle cemetery, and all arrangements were set, but he just couldn’t shake the empty feeling. It was all he could think about as he made his way to the pitch; physically there but not present.

                               ❝No! Do not touch that!❞

“You’re blocking my light,” Wendy mumbled, eyes remaining fixated on the journal before her. When the castle was as bleak and dreary as these past few weeks, writing was the best escape.                 Not that the mood of others had any genuine affect on her, given the fact that                everyone sort of....ignored her regardless. Not that she blamed them.               “Could you please move? It took me forever to find an indoor place with good lighting.”

“I’m bloody hungover, so whatever you’re doing just... do it more quietly.”

“It’s a new dawn! It’s a new day! Rise and shine!” He said as he ripped the curtains open. “Smell that new year fever and up and at ‘em! Time to start the year right with some firewhiskey and a good ol’ prank!”

“It’s--” he reached out for the clock on his bedside table, “4 in the morning. What in bloody blazes do you think you’re doing?”