#william abbott

Woah! Has it been two years already? (•̪ o •̪) Well instead of anniversary/ birthday art here’s celebration arts to my time tumblring and to two awesome, amazing people and collaborators of the Moo>ncalves: NFY: drums, Chris: Bass @diana-bluewolf and Sunan: Guitar @dom1re also some tracks that give me heavy Moo>ncalve vibes 🎶

I love you both sm (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹 it’s such fun posting and a big thank you to all the kindness and support whenever we post about our boy’s antics, its all so appreciated. Below are small thank yous to the loviest creators and mutuals and I can only apologies I couldn't include as many as I'd like because you’re all awesome. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Elijah @pikadrawsthings, Violette @syaolaurant, Will and Elland @lil-grem-draws

April @lynnsartsworld, Damien @theladyofshalott1989, Lyla @keri-mcberry

Burdie and their spoiled workaholic child ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Chris, Sunan @dom1re and NFY @traceyc-uk

Little cameos: Violette @syaolaurant, Will and Elland @lil-grem-draws, Lyla @keri-mcberry

Happy birthday to my beautiful boy Hellendil! It took me a year to finish this little reply to @ask-elland-n-will's invite for a butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks, but it's finally ready to post.

Our sweet boys enjoying some time together over winter break at the Abbott's Manor. 💕

Since Halloween is in less than three weeks, our Student Council started to work on this year's festivities already. I am in charge of organizing a few things, including looking for a pumpkin supplier.

I know that your grandfather, Pádraic Haggarty, has a farm, so I was wondering if I could deal with him through you since you and I are already acquainted (let's leave the topic of tickling behind us). You work on the deliveries already, not to mention take care of a lot of your hamlet's produce so I am sure you know as much as Mr. Haggarty does. Should you agree, here is a list of what we are looking for.

[There indeed is another smaller parchment attached to the letter, with an extensive list of pumpkins of various sizes, shapes, and colours. The total amount of the produce required should be enough to comfortably decorate an entire ballroom.]

Let me know if your farm can meet the demand, I'll be dealing with the payment myself. But even if we cannot reach an agreement, I am still rather curious: what are you going to wear this Halloween?

With warm regards and hopes for a successful transaction, William Abbott ☀️

Dear William,

We do indeed have a pumpkin patch. Judging from the list, it does sound like you did a lot of research on the topic of the gourd in question. The only kind of pumpkins that we do not really grow is the Atlantic Giant but I imagine you can easily cast an enlarging spell on one of the other big pumpkins we have. Traditional orange pumpkins and golden pumpkins, Baby Bears, and Moon Light pumpkins… Blue Prince pumpkins have been a hit this year but I think we have just enough left to cover your list. Same for all kinds of squashes.

This is William, the Slytherin prefect. I am writing to you with an interesting proposition. A while ago I have noticed you and @adallegra discussing a certain parchment you managed to... borrow from someone in your dorm. The matter disclosed in that piece of writing is of an utmost importance to me: it has to do with the SSOO. I am sure you remember, the "secret" Sallow fan club?

Well. It fell upon me to investigate this matter further. I might require your assistance to get to the bottom of this! As a prefect, I am to stop all the activities that students might engage in past curfew. Should you agree to help, our task is to find the students who'd be willing to talk about the club. Should this plan fail, we are to do a little bit of... observing on our own. How ironic considering the name of the organisation!

If you are interested, I'll be waiting in the further left corner of the library after dinner.

Sincerely yours,

William Abbot

All through dinner, Theo could hardly touch her meal or pay attention to anyone around her. Mostly, she was attempting to talk as little as possible (which was hard for her) as to not blurt out news of the potential…investigations. She was practically bursting with excitement. Despite that, she told herself she could be secretive when she wanted to be….after all, she was the one who had found that letter in the first place.

Speaking of which- her eyes flick to the number one suspect in question: Lenora Everleigh. With a displeased hum, she notes Lenora had chosen peas and carrots as her vegetable dish tonight. That was suspicious enough in itself for Theo. Ghastly combination of food. What else was she capable of??

Before she could look at the horror that was anyone partaking in peas and carrots, her thoughts turned to William’s letter. She had to admit, she was slightly concerned about him …mostly because the last time they had spoken on the matter it had been so long ago. Her brows furrow in slight concern at the realization, hoping the whole matter hadn’t completely taken over his mind since then, but, knowing him…she sighed, supposing she’d see for herself in just a short time.

She quickly shoves the rest of the meal in her face before she scampers off to the library, letter in hand. She spots him right where he’d said he’d be. She was glad to see the corner of the library did provide some shadow, perfect for their meeting and adding a little bit of dramatics. She makes no grand gestures to flag him down, as to not call attention to the two of them, and just quietly slips into the seat next to him.

“So... I see someone’s ready for Phase One of W.A.R, hm?” She says by way of greeting with a mischievous grin. “I’m quite impressed William. A prefect such as yourself stealthing around? They are some slippery ones, those SSOO's. We’ve certainly left them alone long enough! Been far too easy on them, really. Hopefully it’s lulled them into a false sense of security! You should’ve seen Lenora at dinner. peas and carrots for Merlin’s sake…”

She doesn’t care to explain the peas and carrots comment, but her rambling does pause slightly as her eyes flick to William’s with determination.

Rebecca tended to avoid Will, nowadays, if she could. 

It was typically easy enough to evade being left completely alone with him - which is what she truly wished to escape. He often treated her with civility when they were working, but it was the moments when they were left alone that Rebecca disliked the most - for they would settle into an uncomfortable silence at best and ... at worst, Will could prove himself to be a rather unforgivable ass. 

So, if she could have escaped this particularly scenario, she would have. 

Today, she’d been the one to slip away to the resistance to see if there was any news: anything that they needed to know. Rebecca, herself, had had little to report as the Brigade had been investigating leads provided to them by Roland under the guise of Horatio. 

“How shall I sneak into the Harvest Festival this year?” Roland asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes. 

As a doppelgänger, Roland was never able to be himself unless he was surrounded by a intimate gathering of friends who knew who he was. To dare to go to the Harvest Festival, would mean that he must pretend to be Horatio Allerdale, but that was always a risk at such events because to be caught would be a disaster to both Roland, and the resistance. 

But he was never one to deprive himself of the festivities if he could help it, so he would often disguise himself as a stranger (sometimes not even letting his friends know it was him just to see how good he actually was). 

“Perhaps I shall be a widowed merchant who has been away at sea for two years and has only just returned ... “ Roland’s backstories were always slightly tragic - just enough to earn the sympathy of the pretty girls he’d meet.