#lucas01

@trxpwire ll 📸’d for a birthday themed starter :

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Stefano was about to reach for the last small cake that was there, almost forgetting to on his way home... Forgetting his own birthday was embarrassing really-- When he feels a presence behind him, he turns around a shy smile on his lips, 

“Oh, did you want this--? You can have it if you’d like.”

The happy birthday cake remained where it was. 

hclianthuss

A new friend, the radiocats said.

Claus followed two of them as they bounded down the streets of Fibonacci; the felines stopped every few feet to ensure that Claus was following, tails twitching expectantly.

“He’s very nice,” declared one cat. “He brought us milk!”

...Did radiocats eat milk? Hadn’t he seen them with oil once? Well, whatever the case, they seemed happy enough. Claus wondered just who it was that had gone out of their way to be kind to the cats--maybe someone tolerable in this big, loud, stupid city.

You could trust someone who was kind to animals. That was what his dad used to say...and the animals themselves.

Claus ducked under a piece of tarp obscuring a hidden side street at the end of a quiet alley. It was here that Claus had set up camp in regards to taking care of the strange radiocats that frequented this sector, and it was here--

--that--

“...Lucas?”

Nora had a pitcher of beer in each hand, weaving her way through the crowd as she tried to get back to the friends she had come with. Normally, she wasn’t a beer drinker, but it was St. Patrick’s day, and it was an exception. Who day drank with wine? Sad, middle-aged moms, that’s who. She was trying very carefully to not spill anything, which was easier said than done considering that she was nowhere near sober, and it was only made more difficult when a body almost crashed into her. “Watch it!” she snapped, scooting backwards and holding the pitchers away from her to make sure she didn’t get spilled on before looking back up. “What the fuck?” The words fell out of her lips as she made eye contact with Lucas, quite possibly the last person she expected to see her. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her eyes, but with no such luck. Not a hallucination, then. “Lucas?”

@lucas-slytherin

As much as Kyungsoo hated socializing with his peers, there are times where he need to cast that aside for the sake of his grades.

Like now, for example. His professor assigned for the Charms class had apparently taken a liking to Kyungsoo for his recent splendid performance with the defensive spells. The latter is unquestionably satisfied by this outcome, but what irked him was the fact that the teacher wanted him to explore more sides of that subject and that means he’d have to practice more than just offense and defense spells against regular humans.

Fortunately, Kyungsoo knew the suitable person to practice that with; Lucas Chambers, one of his roommates in Slytherin. They never really spoke aside from exchanging greetings in the halls before, only inquiries regarding their room or things that involves both of them. Lucas seem to be the type who minds his own business too, which earned some of his respect as a fellow Slytherin instead of an underclassman to their upperclassman. 

Well, better a stuck up asshole than an idiot. He’s not looking for a friendship here.

lightningrodkid

[ ❦ ] —— It was with a sensation of dull horror that Wirt realized he was slowly becoming accustomed to his situation. He had long since accepted his role of lantern bearer, but recognizing that it was something with which he now had to live for every day of the rest of his life was something quite different. Certainly he hated the thought, but what choice did he have...?

With that realization, however, came grave concerns, namely how he was going to keep the lantern lit. Did edelwood trees even grow in the city? If they did, Wirt doubted he had the stamina to cut one down... And how would he manage to extract the oil? There were no mills nearby, not as far as he knew... These were the thoughts that ran circles around his mind as he rested on the park bench in Sector Six, the Dark Lantern sitting next to him. Was it Wirt's imagination, or was its flame already growing smaller?