#midg

FUCK

FUCK MILO SHIT

RYDER IS FUCKKEN EYIN THAT HOGWARTS BOY DO YOU THINK HE KNOWS HE’S FROM HW???

SHOULD WE TELL HIM

SHOULD WE TELL HIM FUK I’M GONNA TELL HIM. HO SHIT I’M GONNA TELL HIM

OK YA SEE YOU @@@ DINNER LOVE FROM BIG D

PS ASK MARLON OUT HE DIGS YOU YO

MIDG (NWA) with yellow school bus

"I'm feckin tellin ya, mate!" Didg insisted with a huff. He sat just below the surface of the pool, looking up at Milo with anger in his eyes. "Yer as good a kisser as I am, 'm sure. Ya don't gotta be a founder 'bout it, hey?."

He gave a flick of his tail and scrunched up his nose as if it would get his point across. "A foun--a find--a floundin. A flounder. Flounder. Yer a flounder, mate." Didg, when sober, would understand, of course. Roman was sitting right over there, and how could Milo ever go up to him perfectly sober? But he was also the one in charge of carrying Didg back to campus, and couldn't be too terribly drunk to do so.

(Didg, as it were, had "forgotten" his clothes, and so he couldn't give himself legs with which to simply walk back. He liked to think himself a very crafty merman.)

Before Milo could get a proper argument out, Didg sighed more obnoxiously than necessary. "If yer really gonna flounder out, maybe I gotta kiss ya instead, hey?" And though Milo spluttered about, Didg hoisted himself up onto the edge of the pool, pressing his slimy lips against Milo's. (Mermen, of course, were practically trained to be impeccable kissers.) In a matter of heartbeats, Didg let himself fall back into the water, almost letting Milo fall forward into it as well.

"See, mate? Yer finer 'n the Barrier Reef." He pushed out of the water once more, cupping a hand over his mouth so Roman wouldn't see, and whispered (as quietly as a mermaid might whisper on land, anyway), "Now go smack that boyo. Tell 'im that ya got the merfolk kissing seal of approval." With a thumbs up, Didg shoved Milo back and disappeared back into the depths to watch the scene from below.

Maybe they were. And maybe they were in danger of losing everything they had. Didg had lost his wand, and there was no water around. Milo hadn’t earned his runes yet. They were as good as dead like this.

He was as afraid as Milo was, and it showed. Didg never learned to hide his emotions, and every twitch, every shiver took over his entire body. And they were coming. Dark Wizards, Death Eaters, Poseidon knows what else. They were supposed to have died out with the last wizarding war. They were the reason the merfolk went into hiding, and they were supposed to have been gone. If word got out…

If his mother had to flee once more..

No.

Didg stopped shaking. He wasn’t going to let that happen again. She was the biggest thing in the Barrier Reef, and he had to protect her no matter how small it was. He had to protect his family, and Milo was part of that too.

He stood, lifting his staff. It felt too large in his hands, had to be heavier than Didg himself. Resolute, and determined, he turned to the oncoming raid.

"Not if I can help it."

Without another word, he made his way out., knowing full well he may not return alive.