say geronimo ;;

Henry finished the cookie with a grin – it was a goddamn good cookie. You need to teach me how to bake! he signed, still smiling widely. I wish, I could but I want to make sure everyone gets the help they need, he replied with a small sigh. He knew he had to rest up a bit but he didn’t want to disappoint the actual healers who were kind enough to let him help around.

After catching her balance and realizing who had bumped into her, she looked up at the ginger and shook her head with a smile. She threw her hands up in a double “ thumbs-up ” to indicate that she didn’t mind that much. With another kind smile she waved him along. She didn’t know much sign language, but she could manage with what she DID know. You’re Charlie, right? she signed hesitantly.

teddy turned on his side to face charlie better, wearing a goofy smile the whole time. ‘the hospital is just so james doesn’t worry,’ he scrunched his nose, following charlie’s gaze to his arms and nodded. at least he was okay, teddy always needed to know his friends were doing okay. besides knowing they were fine, he was incredibly bored. ‘charlie! let’s do something fun before i rot away on this very bed!’

The hand resting on his arm got Mercer to stop and breathe. The apologetic smile remained on his lips, even though he was relieved to see Charlie hadn’t gotten upset. A mere bump of shoulder’s could be the thing to set anyone off at the moment, with tension and distress levels so high. He bit his lip at first because hearing the ginger speak was the last thing he expected, but a soft smile crossed his features then. If Charlie could meet him halfway by speaking, which was amazing and something the fellow Hufflepuff didn’t have to do, Mercer decided he should also meet halfway. He made a mental note to look into how to sign. “I hope they taste as good as they look. Have one, please.” Opening the container to offer the treats, the blond couldn’t miss an opportunity to feed someone.

Ever since the eldest weasley was a young child, there was only one thing that could take her away from the world. That was music. So as she wandered the DESTROYED grounds of the university she had her headphones pressed snugly into her ears.  “I’m not like them, but I can pretend,” Kurt Cobain hummed through the tiny white buds as Victoire looked around the grounds. She couldn’t help but feel bad for all that had lost their valuables, homes, and even their lives.  It was a terrible situation and no matter what she did she just couldn’t erase what she saw. She saw people she knew and even people she never even got to meet laying on the ground LIFELESS, without the blessing of air in their lungs. She wished that there was enough magic in the world to forget that. A part of her also wished that it was morally correct to rise the dead. But it wasn’t. And there wasn’t anything she could do. She felt USELESS.  So as she wandered the destroyed and practically abandoned hallways, she sung along to the current NIRVANA song playing in her ears. She wasn’t even paying attention. So much so that she found herself walking directly into someone. 

Zach was allowed to get out of his bed and roam around after a couple of days being very bedridden. He had learned, apparently, that he was not the only casualty from the obscurus attack that had taken place. Some of his alleged friends had even gotten hurt and others he certainly didn’t know—whether he knew them before or had never truly met them was to be determined, apparently—but he also found he was very nervous. He fidgeted a lot, often stayed quiet, and only spoke to people he’d seen more than once. It was all very scary, and in his distraction for what was wrong with him and everyone else, he kept his eyes down at the floor and bumped into someone. He looked up at the person and then down at the floor where all the cookies had fallen to the floor. “Five second rule, wait.” Zach said, crouching down and gathering the cookies carefully—but had he signed? Something? The old him was fluent in BSL, but Zach now only knew just… the alphabet and how to say thank you. He offered the cookies back sadly. “Do you want these again or do you want to throw them out? I’m so sorry, I wasn’t… paying attention.”

Lorcan had been running around all day, it seemed, alternating between checking on the injured creatures and on the injured people. It made for quite the journey and a very exhausting day, so she really should have expected that she’d do something klutzy, like running directly into someone. 

Looking at who exactly she’d collided with, she couldn’t help but smile apologetically. My fault. Let me help you? She raised her eyebrows at that, to make it clear that it was a question. She always made it a point to sign with Charlie and Ellie, needing the practice. She hadn’t been expecting to literally run into him today, but that was what she got for running around like she was. 

With a small SQUEAK of a yell, Zara jumped back when the ginger bumped into her. “ Oh no ! Je suis tellement désolé ! ” she said, slipping into her native language without realizing it. She rushed to help him pick up the cookies that had fallen. “ Oh, don’t worry. I’ll help you make another batch, okay ? ” She signed back to him, giving him a reassuring smile. She hated being so clumsy, she was so used to thing like this. This definitely wasn’t the first time she knocked over some baked treats. 

charlie is probs the most stereotypical hufflepuff you could find. he’s sweet, gentle, kind and loving and just wants to make everyone happy

he was born deaf. he grew up learning sign language and how to lip read and was given lots of speech therapy, however he prefers to use sign language over speaking

charlie is really, really shy. he likes people and wants to be friends with everyone but large crowds overwhelm him and sometimes he just prefers being alone

despite being a talented wizard, he just prefers herbology over everything and enjoys the peace and tranquillity of studying plants. he found his love for it at hogwarts when professor longbottom realised he had a knack for looking after the plants and took him under his wing, becoming his mentor of some sorts. he also is well practised in non-verbal magic which shows his excellent abilities for magic

as well as loving plants, he also loves animals -- magical and non-magical, especially dogs. he was almost going to study magizoology but changed his mind 

reading is one of his biggest hobbies and it’s rare that he is seen without a book in his hand. he began reading when he was young as it was something he was able to do to get away from the world. whenever he gets too stressed out or anxious, he hides away and finds a quiet place to read. books are his happy place 

teddy complied to being pushed back into his laying position because it hurt to be in any other position but whined nonetheless. even if his friend couldn’t hear his whining, his whining was definitely seen. then he smiled softly, squirmed his head around on the pillow to get comfortable. ‘me? i’m rocking, charlie. best i’ve ever been!’ he signed out lazily, scratching at his face because his hair grew rapidly and was easily the most annoying thing in the world. ‘how are you? did you get hurt at all?’

Henry looked at the cookies and was just about to politely decline the offer as he had not much time for food when his stomach let out a loud growl. My watch says ‘no thank you’ but my tummy says ‘please, don’t starve me to death’ he chuckled and grabbed a cookie from the plate, nomming on it. Those are really good! Did you bake them yourself? he asked, grinning. 

Mercer had been guiltily avoiding coming here. He couldn’t stomach seeing blood or people in pain, with the exception of Quidditch. He felt truly sick to his stomach to see the school in ruins and faces he passed every day laid in bed trying to recover. And now that he was going from room to room, even to strangers, the task of trying to offer some sort of comfort or just a presence to take away those who felt alone was more challenging than he originally prepared for. Especially for those who were at the state of bitter frustration, those on the verge of lashing out because things felt futile. Mercer was once again stepping out for fresh air in hopes that he could get a grip on his shaky nerves, only to of course clumsily bump shoulders with someone during his haste. “–Oh, shoot! Sorry.” He really wanted to kick himself right about now, especially since the accident caused cookies to go to waste. “Looks like we had the same idea.” Mercer handed over his container of freshly bakes treats as a peace offering, but more so because maybe Charlie would be better at giving them to people than he was.

pure, absolute bliss. that’s the last thing he remembered. he remembered the night so vividly, it was nearly the best one he’d ever had. he kissed james, heard the words his heart yearned to hear and he watched james walk away. watched him go out to buy ice cream, something he’d wanted and then there was nothing. his mind remembered but his heart was trying to forget, how the darkness and the screams could be heard and he’d gone to the window to look out and the window burst and in came the darkness. there was a whirlwind of sorts, all of his belongings flying all over the place, glass in every inch of his body until he was whipped back into the leg of a chair, hit his head against the wall and darkness took over. 

he vagueley remembered james coming home and there was screams and cries and now as he opened his eyes, there was a blinding pain in his abdomen and the light was brighter than he could remember. his hand was empty, he could’ve sworn james was here. james was here the previous night, maybe? madam pomfrey had come in to visit, so had harry… and all his friends but teddy was struggling to remember much of the past couple of days. he lifted his head up as much as he could and turned to each side, trying to find a familiar face and the figure came rushing. ‘h-hey. fuck. fuck, what’s happened? where is jamie?’ talking felt weird, words felt foreign in his tongue and he managed to sit up further, pressing his palm to his wound and cringing. 

Henry walked through the corridor, lost in his thoughts when he bumped into someone and all he heard was a loud noise made by the plate shattering into pieces. “FIVE SECONDS RULE!” he yelled and quickly fixed the plate with a Reparo spell and started putting the cookies back on the plate, handing them to the ginger man. “Oh shit sorry, um…” he smiled apologetically at him. Sorry, I didn’t notice you here, are you all right? he signed, still smiling softly. 

After deciding he’d had enough and needed some space, he went to find an empty place to be in. But in his distraction, he bumped into someone, which sent the plate of cookies clattering to the floor. Sorry, he signed, mouthing the word at the same time, then looking down sadly at the cookies.