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Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Apr 22, 2018 19:24:09 GMT
Every Thursday without fail, Toby’s alarm clock went off at four am under his pillow (just loud enough to shock him out of sleep without disturbing the others), and every single Thursday he promised himself that next time he’d go to bed earlier. It was yet to happen, but he was still hopeful. Two snooze charms later, Toby groaned and sat up, whacking his alarm back into oblivion where it belonged. He cracked open his bed curtains, wincing at how dark the room was, and summoned his glasses from his trunk.
Obviously, this resulted in him poking himself in the eye, and he hissed out a long list of expletives under his breath. This day was already shaping up badly.
At some point near the start of their sixth year, Toby and Christian had decided that they needed to do weekly arithmancy study sessions. Through a series of slightly weird events that neither of them could quite remember, they’d ended up deciding that the best time of the week to do this was disgustingly early on a Thursday morning. Like a lot of things at Hogwarts, Toby was pretty certain if he questioned this too hard it would completely fall apart. So he didn’t.
Toby padded across the dorm room, as quietly as he could, and pulled Christian’s bed curtains back a crack. “Christian?” he hissed. No response. Sighing, Toby pulled out his wand ready to flick a quick aguamenti at his sleeping classmate but was interrupted by a quiet mew. “Robot,” he grinned, squatting to let Robot nuzzle his hand, “could you wake him up for me?” Robot leapt onto Christian’s bed, and Toby grinned again. The cat was absolutely his favourite roommate.
Moving as quietly as he could, Toby snuck out of the dorm and pulled the door to behind him. He reckoned he definitely had time to get to the kitchen with coffee before they started, and frankly, at this stage, it was more of a necessity than an option.
Post by Christian George Fraser on May 8, 2018 18:31:27 GMT
'Something soft is on my face,' is Christian's first thought of the day. Definitely a nicer option than 'holy shit that's COLD you PRICK' which is the other early Thursday morning option. Its always Toby waking him up, never the other way round - they did try it maybe three times, but Christian's main way of waking people up is with cuddles and it just resulted in them both asleep in Toby's bed every. single. time. So, yeah... Toby instigates the wake up call.
Christian takes a breath that results in a mouthful of fur and a cough, but Robot barely notices. He's curled up, snoozing, on Christian's face. Honestly its one of Robot's favourite places to sleep, and Christian knows it. Its why he tends to leave the cat on the outside of his bed curtains when it gets to sleep time.
He turns his head abruptly to the side to dislodge him, and immediately Robot jumps up. He moves to stretch out over Christian's chest, claws not digging in but definitely apparent, "Yeah I know I know, I'm a terrible parent. I wouldn't mind if you weren't on my face, buddy," he mutters, scritching him behind the ears as he does, "Also, you have your own bed dude."
His own ridiculous bed. Because he's spoilt, so of course his cat bed is a little replica of their four poster beds. Of course it is. Complete with his own Hufflepuff patchwork quilt.
Christian picks him up as he climbs out of bed. At this hour there's no point getting dressed, so he just cuddles Robot to his chest as he pads towards the common room in his pajamas. There's two armchairs by the fire that are usually free at this time where he and Toby prefer to conduct these arithmancy sessions - usually because Hufflepuffs are prone to common room sleepovers and sometimes there'll be someone curled up asleep in one of them. When that happens they just set up camp on one of the sofas instead.
Thankfully, today they are free. Christian happily curls up in one of them, tucking his legs underneath him with Robot settling in against his chest. The little bastard will totally fall back to sleep on him, but at least the cat's heartbeat will help sooth Christian's own when he inevitably gets more frustrated than any one has the right to be pre-6 am. He fucking hates arithmancy.
Its only at this point he realises he didn't actually bring anything in with him apart from his cat, but he's not moving now. He'll just summon everything when Toby reappears with coffee, which really should be any second now.
tagged: Tobin "Toby" Hugo words: 443 notes: robot is everyone's favourite lbr
Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on May 27, 2018 9:30:59 GMT
Toby could feel his feet getting heavier with every step he took, and the kitchen was only a few away from his dorm. (268, give or take. He may or may not’ve counted in third year). He reached them eventually, and looked up at the painting in front of him. Tickling a painted item of fruit never got less weird. As the pear that guarded the kitchens giggled, Toby shook his head slightly in bemusement. Magic was, in fact, weird. The door clicked open, and a tiny voice yelled his name.
“Toby!” It had taken pretty much all seven years for him to finally get Mabel to drop the ‘Mr’, and to encourage her that the same might be appropriate with everyone in Hogwarts. “What can I get for you s- this morning.” Toby smiled.
“I’ll just have a filter coffee please. And for Christian a -"
“Vanilla latte with cream?” Toby grinned and nodded. Mabel grinned back, a big toothy smile.
“You’re the best, Mabel.” The house elf tottered around the kitchens, dodging in and out of the way of others with a cafetière double the size of her head. There were a lot of advantages to Hufflepuff house which Toby very much appreciated, but being on first name terms with the house elves? Definitely the greatest.
Mabel held up a croissant, looking at Toby questioningly. “Would you like some?”
“Please!” Toby smiled, and Mabel set about wrapping them up. “Thank you so much Mabel. Oh and some salmon for - " he barely finished speaking before Mabel stuffed a basket in his hands.
“See you later!” She smiled toothily, and Toby nodded.
“Of course.” He didn’t work in the kitchens often - he was very aware that most of the time he’d be getting in the way more than anything else - but Mabel was sweet and he loved to sit and chatter with her.
Coffees in hand and croissants in a bag, Toby waved goodbye to the house elves and headed back to the Hufflepuff common room. Reaching the stack of barrels, he leant down and tapped out the entrance key, balancing food and drink precariously in one hand. The door opened, and he ducked his head and went through.
When he reached the common room, he could see Christian straight away - curled up, of course, with Robot. The common room was dark, the first fingers of dawn not yet creeping through the windows, but the fire was giving off a warm glow and - perfect! - they could use their usual favourite armchairs.
“Morning mate.” Toby said, heading over to Christian and handing him a coffee. “Excited as per?”
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Post by Christian George Fraser on Jun 25, 2018 16:23:07 GMT
As soon as Christian got comfortable Robot took his turn to settle down, padding lightly on Christian's stomach before curling up in a ball and drifting back to sleep. He looked so sweet Christian could barely be jealous, he himself purposefully remaining upright, not allowing himself to slouch lest he fall back asleep.
He lost himself in his head going through a new routine he'd been thinking of the last couple of days, mindlessly petting Robot as he thought it through. He had two sections planned out but deciding how to join them together was proving difficult. Really he needed to dance it out - see what flowed better. Definitely a job for when he was more awake though.
Robot moving off him was Christian's alert to sustenance. The cat always noticed Toby arriving first, and he moved swiftly for his early morning treats. It was the cat's payment for waking Christian up - but also because Toby was soft for the little bastard too, really. Christian brought his focus back into the room as Toby got closer to their study spot, smiling up at his roommate as he gratefully took his coffee, "Mate, I'm the most excited I've ever been in my life. Absolutely buzzing. Didn't sleep in eagerness for those complex number charts."
"So excited, in fact," he continued, taking a sip of his coffee (mostly sugar and cream and just how he liked it - thank you, Mabel), "That I forgot the charts and all my notes in my trunk..."
He finally lifted up his wand, muttering a quick accio to summon his work, along with a quill and some more parchment just waiting for him to fuck up some equation and scribble on. As they travelled, he leant forward to rest his cup on the table in-between the armchairs, getting himself ready to at least actually attempt to learn something this morning.
Christian grabbed the chart flying towards him when it approached with one hand, using the other one to block Robot from getting too close to his latte. "You are lactose intolerant, bub, come on."
Unrolling the chart, Christian was actually optimistic about this session. A rarity for him, but stranger things had happened.... "OK, so... Where were we?" he started, glancing down at the chart to try and stir his memory. He took a deep sigh when nothing clicked, "Dammit, I seriously don't remember any of this," he looked up helplessly towards his friend. Maybe this wasn't going to go as smoothly as he'd hoped.
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Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Jul 5, 2018 20:26:58 GMT
If Toby was sleepy, Christian was full on tired. Or something. He and Robot were adorable, anyway, and Toby kinda wished he had some means of taking a picture of them on him - but not quite enough to accio his quiv, which was undoubtedly at the bottom of his trunk and would probably wake everyone in their dorm up, which did not seem fair. It was a shame really, Toby thought, he could probably do with the opportunity to prove to everyone (his friends included) that he didn’t spend all his time in the library alone.
Robot leapt off the sofa towards Toby as he moved further towards the fireplace, coming round his legs and purring as he snuggled his head against him. Toby grinned. “Morning sunshine,” he said, reaching down to stroke Robot’s head as soon as Christian had his coffee. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
Toby blinked as Christian’s papers flew past him. “Yep, can see you’re absolutely raring for it.” He sat down in the armchair opposite Christian, curling a blanket around himself before chucking his friend a croissant. “I did get him this though - ” he added, holding a strip of salmon out for Robot, who delicately leapt between the armchairs and took the food out of his hands. Undoubtedly he was the most spoilt cat in the castle, but Toby didn’t care.
“Okay, yep, numbers.” He pulled his own work out of his satchel and stared at the questions in front of him. Why, why, had he taken this subject again? “Which chart are we supposed to be using this week? Was it the Agrippan?” He thought it was, so looked at the equations in front of him in conjunction with the chart. Switching out a few letters that he thought he knew, he copied out something that might be the answer (or equally might just be some completely random and unrelated stuff) onto some parchment. “Oh fucksake, I think it might be love potions.”
Toby absolutely hated potions, and he couldn’t really tell you why. Professor Morris was fine, and the OWL hadn’t ended up killing him (not through lack of trying), but he’d had one too many explosions in his first year and just couldn’t make it work in his head. No matter how hard he’d tried, he apparently ‘didn’t have the knack’. Which should have been fine, because they were not relevant to his life or interests, but apparently now he needed to some amortentia-based maths, which was … well.
“Do you know the ingredients for amortentia?” Christian had made less sensible decisions when it came to NEWTs. Toby idly jotted down some numbers on the side of his parchment, wondering if… but no, he was way too old to be doing arithmancy compatibility quizzes. And it didn’t look like he was getting the answers he wanted anyway.
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