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GUESS WHOSE BIRTHDAY IS TODAY??

“What ho, Horatio?” Damien greeted as he shut the door to his room. He’d been curled up in bed reading Hamlet mere moments before, so it was fresh in his mind. 

Chump, who had just lumbered into the Ravenclaw common room to visit Timber, glowered back at him. “I’m no hoe.” 

Damien took a giant step back. Although Chump was a Hufflepuff, he could be a bit terrifying, even to someone who had… incapacitated—yes, yes, that, definitely not, erm, murdered, no, nope—hundreds of Ashwinders and Dark wizards and witches. 

Chump made a sound at the back of his throat that sounded vaguely like a growl. 

Damien gulped. “No,” he said. “My sincerest apologies. It’s a quote from Shakespeare. He was… erm, a playwright during the Renaissance?” Chump continued to glare at Damien menacingly. Damien tried again: “He, erm, wrote a lot of plays inspired by medieval history? Not the one I referenced earlier, but… uh… other ones.”

Chump still remained silent. He crossed his arms over his chest. He glowered some more.

“Ah, never mind. I’ll… go now. Bye.”

Damien fled his common room, a solitary bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. 

Chump remained by the door, just standing there, his brow furrowed. He wanted to know more about that Shakespeare fellow. He sounded pretty interesting.

Oh well. Maybe next time. 

"Darling,

Did you know that some species of penguin gift pebbles to their partner as a courtship ritual ? Though mostly for survival purposes as to build their nest, they will still take the time to carefully select them for their size and shape.

I'm not saying we are penguins. But I thought these would be a nice addition to your garden.

Affectionately,

Oliver."

The box caught Adam's attention the moment he stepped into the kitchen for his morning tea. He glimpsed over note with a fond smile before setting it aside and poking around at the array of stones. 

“Tristan!”

His husband popped into the kitchen behind him, adjusting the top of his Auror blacks. 

“What's this?” Tristan asked curiously. “Why do we have a box of stones?”

Adam pushed the little crate his direction with a grin. “Pick your three favourite.”

Tristan eyed him incredulously but did as he was told. He selected one larger, more decorative piece, a jade pebble rather close to the color of Adam's eyes, and a broken bit of stone about the same color blue as Oliver's eyes. Adam’s chest ached with the sweetness of it, and he told Tristan to put them on the shelf by the door.

The rest, he took outside to a tiny clearing within the garden, levitating and arranging them to look—he hoped—like a penguin. 

Tristan burst through the door with a brilliant smile, bounding up to Adam and tiptoeing to press a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

“I have to be off, but you better squish him extra hard if he’s home before me.”

The blond only laughed and pulled his mobile from his pocket, clicking Oliver's name from his scattered texts.

Witches of Ireland here

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WESTLEY.

Please, enjoy your non-descript food blobs and rejoice.

Tea Time

The original concept for this was supposed to be a little modern au sketch comic but I ended up really liking it and decided Sebastian would ruin it. Lmao

I told myself I wasn't going to color it. And then I told myself I wasn't going to render it. And um... Here we are. 😭😂