The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
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Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Feb 25, 2019 1:40:42 GMT
Toby wasn’t sure at what point this had stopped being a signature drive and started being a party, but he wasn’t as surprised as he might’ve been. Ever since Dom had picked up this weird “project” with Barbary, it’d been heading in weird directions, and this was inevitable really. Toby felt kind of guilty for the way he’d handled it. It wasn’t his fault, really, that the project had ended up dovetailing with his feelings for Miles making an appearance almost exactly - but the combination of wanting to avoid talking about either any problems in the arts program project or anything to do with Miles had meant that he hadn’t really spoken to Dom as much as he’d like at all. Not for the last month or so, at least. And now - god, had someone put the Weird Sisters on? He supposed at least it wasn’t Christian and Baggy on the music yet - now did not seem like the time. Tomorrow, he determined. Tomorrow he would definitely talk to Dom and check in on her properly.
For now though, maybe it was time to enjoy himself. Which shouldn’t be too hard - whoever had provided the alcohol had done a good job, and Barbary had at least provided numbers. None of whom seemed, though, to be his friends yet - Christian, if Toby remembered correctly, had dance practise that evening, and Jasper and Baggy were already pretty hard to keep track of. Knowing Baggy, to be honest, Toby should probably be grateful that he wasn’t flying around the room, watching him from some niche corner. Or had he been banned from transforming in the common room yet? He couldn’t really remember. He wanted another drink.
Heading over to the drinks table, and feeling a strange sense of deja vu, Toby smiled at the people he passed. Whatever the weirdness, it was nice to be in a room with this many people. Maybe he’d get a chance to catch up with some of the others from Wizards for a better world later - it’d been an age since he’d spoken to any of them, he mused, whilst popping a lid off a cider. Like any normal person, he would not be trusting the punch.
Post by Miles Phillip Fawcett-Vance on Mar 4, 2019 23:22:10 GMT
Toby had the face of someone who needed to be dragged into the corner of some remote room and snogged. Immediately. It shouldn’t have been possible that one man be so handsome. Miles understood that there was a necessity in having this drive. It made sense. Funds needed to be raised. Awareness needed to be spread. Blah. Things that were too much like the galas he was forced to go to when his Ben dictated national policy. He got it. He did. But he was also a growing man with a need to make out with handsome people. This wasn’t their first shindig so he didn’t think that Dom was going to need him around to help manage things. She looked fine. Gorgeous. She looked gorgeous. He was comfortable enough in his friendship with Dom to state and think that she was gorgeous and head-turning and powerful. Merlin, did she look powerful and commanding. The problem – if he could call it that and he wasn’t going to because this seemed like the opposite of a problem – was that he couldn’t focus on schmoozing or whatever he was supposed to be doing because Toby was right there.
He couldn’t just pounce and steal the Hufflepuff away from his friends. The Ravenclaw wasn’t intimidated by any of the Hufflepuff group. They were all just a bunch of friends who really liked to cuddle, but that was a healthy part of life that he could fully get behind. (And damn, were they all incredible to look at.) ((He was disappointed he hadn’t managed to send a picture of Christian awkwardly bobbing to the music to his fanclub and thus couldn’t mute the group hext yet.)) “Hi handsome.” He grinned in a way that seemed entirely too predatory for his own liking. He couldn’t help it. He was just so damn pleased to be talking to Toby away from anyone that would interrupt their conversation. He only wished he’d spotted Lucy and dragged them both away for nefarious deeds. Assuming they consented. He hoped he had read the situation well enough to assume they were fully consenting.
“I guess nothing too awful happened to you on Valentine’s Day, yeah?” He said because he honestly couldn’t remember. He did remember that Lucy hadn’t had the best time. “I honestly can’t believe we haven’t made the transition to individualized drinks sooner after realizing how easy it was to contaminate the punch. You’d think we’d want to fall in love easily with each other.” He paused, hiking an eyebrow. “Not like it’s difficult to enjoy present company, but I stand by what I said.” Was he coming off a little strong? Probably. He could feel it right after the words had left him, but he wasn’t one to do take-backs. Besides, he did enjoy present company. Miles wasn’t in the habit of hanging out with people who didn’t make him smile and laugh. He didn’t like being around people who didn’t challenge him and ‘get him. Toby definitely got him.
Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Mar 5, 2019 1:17:52 GMT
Miles’ smile did not entirely make Toby go woozy, but it certainly did something to his stomach, and another drink in might have been a different story. “Hey you,” Toby smiled back, letting it dance across his lips, “and speak for yourself.” Swapping his bottle from one hand to the other, he used the opportunity to non-too-subtly drape his gaze up and down Miles’ body. And imagine - well, imagine draping all sorts of other things over Miles’ body. Merlin-god, it was definitely too early in the night to derail any remaining formality at the event by jumping Miles over the still-heaving drinks table, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t tempting. He (reluctantly) pulled his eyes back into his sockets, and took a long mouthful from his drink.
“I was very much a voyeur rather than a participant,” Toby couldn’t help but laugh a little, remembering that particularly disastrous night. “And we had no vomit and very little other bodily fluids in our dorm - on that night at least.” Now wasn’t the moment to go into any of the messier nights in the Hufflepuff dorms since then, particularly including any that had had any Miles or Lucy flavoured teasing. There would be time to talk about that in the future - or never, depending on how tonight worked out. “Maybe Dom’s infused it with essence of justice. Which is probably the most optimistic way of viewing it.” Definitely more likely that Barbary was still trying to get everyone drunk, but Toby’s mind had absolutely moved on. “And maybe falling in love is what tonight needs.”
He definitely wasn’t over-interpreting this anymore, not if Miles, seemingly sober, was saying things like that, and Toby wasn’t going to let it go. He’d been dancing around this for too long, using anything and everything as an excuse to not just get on with what he wanted to do, and he was relieved to finally feel on equal footing, on the same page. “What will you be drinking tonight?” he asked, gesturing vaguely to the drinks and not looking away.
words: 353 tagged: @philip notes: does anything happen in this or do i just think about pretty men? You Decide. also toby is definitely in the eyeliner from the pic
Post by Miles Phillip Fawcett-Vance on Mar 28, 2019 22:02:49 GMT
Miles was not smooth. He was not a sweet-talker, despite knowing what he wanted and despite knowing that what he wanted was Toby. He could talk a good game, but the moment the direction was redirected towards him left him…flabbergasted. He was flabbergasted and dumbfounded and flummoxed and other synonyms that explained why his mouth dried and why he could hear his heartbeat drum in his head louder than the music around them. Was Toby…checking him out? Yes. Toby was checking him out. Miles didn’t embarrass easily. He didn’t. “I’ll speak for us both, then. We’re both handsome lads.” Because he wasn’t afraid to accept a compliment. It was hard to get embarrassed about things whenever he had parents like Ben and his Dad. ((To explain the teen and his mannerisms, all one needed to really do was look up some of the interviews that his Ben and Dad gave. That was a nice way to sum up the way that he was very much a product of his environment and his environment was a disaster.))
And he did not blanche. He did not. He would argue with anyone who dared to try to suggest that his face lost any color. Nor did he blush, but Toby’s wording of things was too perfect for him not to say something about it. He couldn’t refrain himself…not that he’d tried. “Toby,” he leaned in, lowering his voice so as to not be overheard. And trying very hard not to let his voice strain or to crack. (And he knew. He heard it in his head and something in the back of his mind told him to watch himself on his phrasing.) ((And that same voice also told him that Toby wouldn’t mind watching him.)) “If I’d known you were a voyeur earlier, that would prompt a very fun conversation. Albeit a messy one that would hopefully involve different bodily fluids in your dorm. Or mine. Or anywhere you’d like.” Which, wow. What had even come over him? Miles was forward and he had no qualms telling people what he wanted out of a relationship. What happened underneath the covers and whether it was necessary wasn’t necessarily a deal breaker, but wow did it do things to him.
Mentioning Dom, too, probably should have shifted him back to reality and reminded him of where they were. But it didn’t. Because Miles was comfortable enough in his friendship (to Toby and Dom) and keyed into his own interests and attraction to know that he would never turn down the option of being Mr. Weasley if his justice-for-all militant friend offered. ((And so would Toby because he honestly couldn’t think of a single 7th year Hufflepuff who wouldn’t jump at the opportunity of being married to Dom because…they all had eyes.)) “Dunno about falling in love tonight or if we could extend that timeframe to the day I met you. I’m obviously advocating for the extension.” Although that might have been a stretch because there had always been an attraction there. Again, Miles had eyes. But it had only become more pronounced as time had gone on. “Are you an option?”
Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Jul 9, 2019 23:40:51 GMT
Toby smiled, letting out a satisfied hum. Miles’ face was always perfect, but there was something particularly pleasing about pulling this particularly response from him. The compliment hit him somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach, and he downed his drink, setting the bottle down. All of a sudden, he wanted his hands free.
It was a cliche, but Toby couldn’t help but notice Miles’ eyelashes when he leaned closer. He shut his eyes for a second, trying desperately not to think (not to think yet) about Miles and… well, Miles and anyone, and Toby’s brain quickly filled in a whole host of potential partners. Thinking about watching them did more for him than he’d expected, and he bit his lip, taking a couple of steadying breaths to stop any more embarrassing sounds. “Yours is closer, if you want to have that conversation imminently.” he said, his voice so low he could barely hear it himself under the pulsating party beat.
“I think we could come up with some kind of extension.” Toby glanced around, breaking Miles’ gaze only to figure out how many, if any, people were watching them. “I’m definitely an option.” He pushed his hair back from his eyes, steeling himself for a moment - “can I kiss you?” Here, upstairs, in the fucking lake if need be, Toby didn’t mind at this point - but he minded if Miles did.
notes: 3 months later, both me and toby are like just get in the fuckin dorm!! words: 248 (sorry) tagged: Miles Phillip Fawcett-Vance