#pbellumstart

She was sipping her tea when she spotted a person at the corner of her eye. She sighed before turning the page of the book she was reading. “Can I help you to something? An autograph? A picture?”

Teddy shuffled through his paperwork, scanning through intern notations and endorsements. He sighed as he signed a few of them. So far, it seemed as though there wouldn’t be an end to the influx of patients. After one left, a new wave would greet him. “Welcome to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, how may I help you?” He asked automatically, not looking up from his papers. 

“Call me ‘Dollface’ one more time and I’ll use your own wand to hex your mouth SHUT.”

Teddy yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as his brain began to drift into consciousness. He turned to his left and sighed at the empty sheets. He shouldn’t even be surprised, at this point. They rarely ever stayed past dawn. He sat up and leaned against the headboard. He had nothing but the sheets to cover his crotch when the door flew open. “You’re not one for knocking, I presume?”

a mustard coloured pillow underneath him, aryan sat on the stairs tuning his guitar. it had been uncharacteristically loud in the common room and so he had left looking for a quieter place. and the staircase had indeed been a quieter place - until he heard someone approaching. he looked up at the person, a smile forming on his lips.

“Listen, I’ve been in the Gryffindor tower for the past six years, and I still can’t get over the fact that girls can go into the boys’ dorms, but they can’t come into ours. I mean, I know that Hogwarts is really fucking OLD, but still.”

Wyatt let out an audible sigh and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. It felt like a good few hundred times or so that tired eyes retraced every word on the letter his father’s owl had left him. ‘I’m proud of you.' It was finally those four words he had wanted to hear all his life, but with the constant memory of what he had done to his best friend playing in the back of his mind, Wyatt didn’t feel good at all. He was anything but proud of his actions. He slammed his fist down on the table and looked up to see a familiar face. “What?” I broke my quill and I want to get this extra credit done.” he hesitated, quickly tucking the letter into his robe and going back to the textbook in front of him. “Well, do you have a spare or not?”