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 Jasper M. Kirke on Apr 29, 2018 10:44:08 GMT
From the cocoon he had buried himself in, Jasper was smiling happily at his Quiv when it lit up with another message. He had no doubt that Baggy had decided to message him out of all their friends for a reason - he had the most terrible habit of staying up late into the early hours of the morning, as messy in his sleeping schedule as he was in the rest of his life. As it was he had random drawings on scrap parchment splayed out in front of him across his bed, as he'd been hit with the itch to sketch just as he really should have been getting to sleep.
He took a moment to have another quick look at the one currently in his hands - it wasn't much, just some doodle of a classmate he'd started earlier on in the day. He'd been taken by the way they'd thrown their head back and laughed with their full body. He'd got down a rough sketch during class, but he'd come back to it to neaten it up a little - like he said, it was nothing much, but he rather liked it in all its simplicity. The energy had something charming about it. Maybe he'd give it to them at some point - that's certainly what he planned to do with the other decent sketch laid out on his bed. He glanced once again at the portrait he'd started of the lovely Joy Sweeting - though he thought he'd actually like to have some fun with that one and actually make it into something before he gave it to her. Watercolours, maybe. He hummed lightly to himself and collected them all up, unfinished and discarded ones included, dumping them all somewhat ceremoniously in the box next to his bed - the Art Box, he'd so creatively named it - just in time to see another few messages arrive from Baggy.
Jasper smiled again, subconsciously going to tuck his pencil behind an ear, but finding another pencil already lodged there. Well - that certainly explained where he'd lost his other pencil half an hour ago. Without even thinking about it, he tucked it behind his other ear and picked up his Quiv again. At the messages, he let out a soft snort - aguamenti, indeed. That was definitely Baggy's MO, but Jasper couldn't really say that that was his style. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he replied, and he quickly tucked it away now that his mind was set on a new plan.
Enthusiastically, he kicked away the duvet from where it had been tucked snug around his feet and got up, not bothering with being too quiet it either. He was planning on waking up everyone at this point anyway, so he supposed there wasn't really much point to being too conscious about if was disturbing anyone. He took a few steps over to the bed next to his - Christian's, of course - and pulled a little at the large thin t-shirt he had on, a little twisted around his torso from where he'd been tucked up in bed. With that and the loose trackie bottoms he was wearing he wasn't sure he looked much, but in his defence he hadn't expected to be doing much more than sleeping - impromptu sleepovers certainly hadn't been part of his plans. It was fine - the boys had seen him wearing less - Christian definitely had.
As gently as he could manage, Jasper climbed into his friend's bed and snuggled up behind his slumbering frame. He threw an arm around Christian - and, a moment later, a leg too just for good measure - spooning his friend as well as he knew how to. "Oi, Phrase," Jasper whispered into his ear. "You'd better wake up. Baggy's coming over, and he'd bringing marshmallows. You don't want to miss that." He paused only for a second before he decided to emphasise his point with a quick peck on the back of Christian's neck.
Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on May 9, 2018 15:44:56 GMT
“Night!” Toby waved to the Ravenclaw prefect, yawning as she slipped into the common room. They’d finished patrols up near the tower anyway, so it had made sense for him to do the polite thing and walk her back to her room. Or at least, this had felt like it made sense at the time. Now he was on the completely wrong side of the castle at a time that should probably be almost hitting early, rather than late, and he was probably going to have to keep silent on his way back to the dorm - surely everyone else would be asleep by now.
As he walked, Toby began to tick off his day. Four classes - he dodged out of the way of a suit of armour someone had charmed to move (but not move particularly well) - three meals (nice) - he slipped behind a tapestry for the shortcut down to the kitchens - a quick workout in the room of requirement, and then prefect rounds - he tripped and just caught himself before he whacked his head on the floor. Okay, slow down.
Leaving the passageway at the other end, Toby glanced up at the sleeping portraits as he hurried past, now back in the light. Merlin, even people made of oil paint and magic were getting more sleep than him. Maybe he should do something about that. He yawned loudly, and a bearded man opened his eyes briefly to glare at Toby. “Get yourself to bed, young man.” Toby nodded and hurried on.
He was on the final stretch now before bed, and he was so ready to tie himself up into some kind of duvet knot that he could practically feel it. One more set of steps and a couple of corridors, then it. Weirdly, though, he thought he could hear another set of footsteps behind him. Great, now he was hallucinating. He really needed to sleep more. But then… was that someone saying his name?
Post by Christian George Fraser on May 12, 2018 16:43:58 GMT
Christian felt like he'd barely slept at all when he came back to consciousness, a familiar figure draped behind him and the feeling of a gentle kiss on his neck. He snuggled back happily into Jasper's arms, smiling, and keeping his eyes firmly shut in the hope it wasn't quite getting out of bed time yet.
"Did I sleep through my alarm again?" He whispered, aware of the silence around them that suggested the others must already have gone to breakfast. Bugger. Except... "Wait! Did you say marshmallows!?"
He turned around to face Jasper, trying his best not to dislodge the limbs around him in the process and reaching out towards Jasper's quivlet with grabby hands as he did, "Gimme your quiv I have more requests," Christian insisted. He knew his best friend would oblige, given that they often messaged mutual friends from the others quiv. Honestly, it usually just depended on whichever one was closer.
Once he'd rattled off a few hexts to Baggy (he's pretty sure Baggy will be able to tell who they're from), Christian snuggled back down further into his duvet, wrapping his arms around Jasper for more snuggles as they waited for their Ravenclaw friend's arrival. He drifted back to dozing wondering if Toby and Cisco would be up to play too tonight...
It was well past midnight, and Baggy had been wandering the corridors, making his way vaguely downwards while hexting furiously (being sure to get all of the important words right).
Not unwelcome… but definitely unexpected.
He’d not had any intention of springing a slumber party on the Puffs when he’d started chatting to his favourite artist this evening. His only intention had been to have a bit of a laugh… but things had escalated quickly, and Baggy was okay with it. Besides - to a perennial insomniac, ducking and weaving through the castle’s corridors at night, dodging the prefects and slinking past any lingering teachers was a welcome alternative to trying to sleep.
A quick stop in the kitchens had seen the house elves make sure Baggy was loaded with enough marshmallows, hot chocolate and chips to power a 6-yr-old’s birthday party for a good few hours - and he was now up to the tricky part.
Navigating underground was not Baggy’s forte. He’d visited the Hufflepuffs in their dorm before, but never by himself, and never at night.
Is it… a left here?
He could also hear footsteps a little way off, which was making him nervous. He didn’t fancy his chances if he was caught roaming this far afield at this time of night - not to mention lugging a veritable pillow’s-worth of marshmallows around.
All of a sudden, and entirely by accident, he turned a corner and stumbled into the pile of barrels and old, soft-burning lanterns that marked the entrance to the Hufflepuff dormitory. He sent the last few hexts he’d been planning, put his quiv away and rapped awkwardly on one of the barrels. He’d seen the Puffs do it before, but there was a pattern to it, and not being a Puff, he was not privy to said pattern. His best chance was to wait for Jasper, Toby or Christian (who was he kidding, it would definitely be Jasper) to let him in...
… Which would have been absolutely fine and dandy, had the footsteps he’d been hearing for the last few minutes not started to grow dangerously loud.
Shit.
He darted back out of the short corridor and crouched in the shadows in the opposite direction to the source of the footsteps. Best-case scenario, it was just a student returning to bed; worse-case, it was a Hufflepuff prefect; worst-case, a teacher.
Baggy watched as a dimly-lit figure rounded the corner and headed towards the dorm door.
THANK CHRIST
”Tobes!" he hissed.
The figure did not react.
”TOBY!!”
This time, the boy paused. He’d heard him. The poor thing looked like a zombie... probably working himself wretched again. Baggy decided to use this to his advantage and grabbed him by the shoulders, steering him towards the pile of barrels. As if possessed, the Hufflepuff prefect rapped a short, sharp, and totally un-guessable pattern onto the assigned barrel and the door opened inwards.
Baggy gave Toby a quick squeeze on the shoulder and guided him through the common room and into the dorm. As they reached the warm dormitory interior, he tousled they boy’s hair and whispered, ”duck” in his ear.
He could see Jasper and Christian spooning on Christian’s bed. Both awake though. Good. Christian was still grasping Jasper’s quiv. Even better.
”Good morning my marshmallows.” he announced. ”I bring you - more marshmallows!”
He dumped his bounty of sleepover snacks next to the bed and petted Jasper on the head, bending over and whispering, ”duck” as loudly as he dared into his ear.
”Oi Phrase. he said, straightening up again. "Would you be so kind as to read for the class, the first word of all of my hexts to the lovely Jasper this evening? I think we could all do with a few words of encouragement, don’t you? Also…” he reached over Jasper with one hand, pulling his wand out of his trakkys with the other, and touched Christian’s forehead.
”Goose.”
WORD COUNT: 698 NOTES: Late to the party (literally)
Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Jun 5, 2018 20:41:29 GMT
Jasper could tell almost the exact moments that Christian was coming back to the land of the conscious. It was probably creepy, really, that he was able to pin point it so exactly, but he preferred to see it as a testament to just how close they were; it was a hazard of their friendship, knowing those sort of intimate details about the other. They’d spent seven years sharing a bedroom together, and at some point you just stop being surprised by this sort of stuff. Jasper’s able to know without seeing his face how and when Christian is awake and asleep. Christian could probably do the same for him and then some. There had been a time when he’d been able to correctly identify which pubes left in the shower belonged to which guy in the dorm which - again, potentially creepy, but Jasper actually found that anecdote quite endearing? There was the possibility though that Jasper’s boundaries were barely non-existent by this point. Dorm living did something fundamental to you, he thought.
“No alarms, just late night sleepover fun, my guy,” Jasper said happily, still clinging on to Christian though he technically had no reason to anymore. He was awake now - that probably meant he should move on to the next boy in the dorm and continue to rally the troops. But alternatively, Christian was warm, his pillow was comfy (comfier than everyone else’s in the room, and he stood by this fact after a series of very serious scientific experiments to prove his point - even though, yes he knew that Hogwarts didn’t give out one better pillow than all the rest but there was something about that pillow just try it for fuc -) and he was sure that Baggy would do the rest of the waking up when he got there; making loud entrances was kind of his calling card at this point. Jasper was satisfied he’d done his part, and settled into to cuddle a bit more with his bud, putting up no resistance when his friend tugged his Quiv out of his hands.
The two quietly dozed there together for a while, and Jasper almost forgot about what they were awake for until the guy in question came barrelling in - as loud and as enthusiastic as Jasper has expected. Grinning, Jasper pushed himself up a little to say hello. “Baggyyyyyy,” he crooned in greeting, and watched in excitement as he saw him holding the bags of treats he’d promised to bring by. It reached a point with Baggy that you just stopped questioning how he managed to get hold of all of this sort of stuff - and not to mention how he made it all the way down from the Ravenclaw tower without being caught. Come to think of it, he might have been caught and just carried on his merry way, for all Jasper knew. He was a law unto himself. “Have I ever told you I love you dearly?” he said, smiling sweetly, and leant in a little as his mate patted him on the head, because despite the fact he was currently spooning the life out of one mate, he was always in search of even more affection.
It almost took him a moment to register the soft “Duck,” that came with the pet, as distracted he was by all the cuddles - but the minute he processed what he’d heard, he couldn’t help a mischievous grin stretch across his face, one that he could only hide from Christian by snuggling even further into his back. With the way Baggy was leaning over the two of them, and given his recent ducking, there could only be one outcome of Baggy’s next move, and Jasper was already endlessly amused by it all. He listened as Baggy rambled on and - wait the first word of all their texts? Jasper briefly raised his head to look at the Quiv, still in Christian’s loose grip, and caught the first few words that Baggy was talking about - ‘Don’t - stop - never - give - up -’
Jasper almost let out a loud yelp of laughter, but before he could do so - the game had begun. Christian had been goosed, and Jasper was caught in the middle of them. Moving with alarming speed, and given a bit of an advantage because he could feel in coming, Jasper yanked himself away from Christian and rolled off the bed and onto the floor. He landed with a thud, but he barely felt it, as he was laughing loudly as he was sure all hell was breaking loose above him.
Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Jun 19, 2018 18:18:08 GMT
Oh thank Merlin, Toby thought, it was Baggy - coming out of the shadows with one of the largest piles of sleepover supplies that he’d ever seen. “What are they - ” He grabbed a handful of chocolate chips before they fell on the floor, then let Baggy turn him towards the barrels to open the common room.
Before he was done, Baggy whispered in his ear. “Baggy?” Toby asked, “what are you - " but by the time he’d even started his question, and finished putting in the password, Baggy had muttered a ‘duck’ in his vague direction and pushed him through the stairs into the Hufflepuff 7th year boys’ room. Toby waved over his shoulder at the couple of people curled up in common room armchairs, then let Baggy slip past him, leaning against the door frame and watching the chaos ensue.
Toby dumped his satchel unceremoniously onto the floor, and flung his robes over to his bed, summoning his (muggle, charmed to stay as fluffy as possible) dressing gown to wrap around himself. “Quiv?” he asked - what had Baggy done? - but then was entirely distracted by Baggy’s concluding “goose” which seemed to have caught Christian by surprise. Which there was no excuse for, to be honest, given that every time Baggy was goosed he personally tended to treat the entire castle as if it might explode at any moment. Which - well, which sometimes it did.
As Jasper slammed into the floor, Toby couldn’t help himself and exploded with laughter. “You alright down there J?” he asked, eyeing up the marshmallows that had scattered around the dorm as Baggy launched himself into Christian. Actually, Toby decided, Jasper had the right idea. Still laughing, he ducked and rolled across the room, tucking himself under Jasper’s bed and stuffing a marshmallow into his mouth.
Tagged: Christian George Fraser, Jordan "Baggy" Michaels, Jasper M. Kirke Words: 304 Notes: super bitty but they in the dorm now. also i described this to spoons as feuilly going *squints* i think i see what ur doing so i will follow u to bahorel so there we go. also this is now actually from tobes
Raph reluctantly pulled back, his lips leaving Seline's. The beautiful blonde let out a murmur of complaint, but Raph resisted when she tried to kiss him again. "Did you hear that?" he whispered, turning his head to look around the dark room they had been cuddled up in for the past hour. "No," she insisted, her hands burying in his hair as she pulled him in for more kisses, stronger than she looked. Raph gave in with a smile. She was right, he must have imagined it. "Duck." He pulled back again. "What did... duck?" he asked with a confused frown. "What's going on?" He turned away from Seline to scan the room, but he could only see darkness past the edge of his bed. The boys weren't there, it was only him and Seline, but he could have sworn... "Baby, just ignore it," Seline begged, trying to get his attention again. She shrugged a slender shoulder and bit her lip, eyes cast down at his duvet. "I mean, unless you want marshmallows..."
Raphael's eyes flew open, one first, then the other as they adjusted to the dim light in the dorm. He groaned, running a hand through his tangled mess of an excuse for hair, and lifted his head a few inches from his heavenly pillow to peer around the room. Baggy? He rubbed one eye and looked again. Yep, Baggy was in the dorm, which wasn't so unusual, but he seemed to have caused chaos while Raph had been sleeping, and currently Jasper and Toby were on the floor. Raph didn't really care what game they were playing, he was only interested in the pile of sweets on Christian's bed, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Marshmallows were a fair trade for the dream he'd been having. "I'm not playing," he announced groggily. "I'm just here for the food." And he crawled across his bed, plopped to the floor, and made his wobbly way to the food pile, snatching a handful of marshmallows and retreating backwards to get out of the way of Baggy and Christian and whatever they were doing. He wasn't awake enough to figure out what was going on yet, but he popped a marshmallow into his mouth anyway and perched on the edge of his bed to watch.
Post by Christian George Fraser on Jun 30, 2018 0:32:23 GMT
Christian was cuddled with Jasper when he felt it. A wand pressed against his forehead and he knew, he just knew that the bastard was going to go for him. Baggy must have planned it - and planned it well too - because he'd replied to the hexts using Jasper's phone just over 10 minutes ago. There was a timestamp. Baggy was clearly not breaking any rules (yet) this time.
Although... he looked up at his friend whilst he lay, still fully under his duvet, meeting the smug look on his face with defiance, "How do you know I'm not naked under here, hey? You could be breaking a rule..."
He wasn't. But he could be.
Baggy was yet to move despite the instigated goose-chase, and it took a second for Christian's head to catch up and realise why. He'd said something about Jasper's quiv and... he threw off the covers (giving himself away as wearing something, at least) as he sat up to read it. S Club 7 lyrics, pure and simple. The first word of every hext Baggy had sent Jasper that evening was the chorus of 'Bring It All Back To You'. The conniving Ravenclaw bastard - he'd even planned a distraction in for him too.
Baggy was almost undisputed during round of Duck, Duck, Goose. He usually only let himself become goose by not catching someone during a chase when he wanted to, and then was never caught once he'd decided he was done with the suspense of randomly ducking his friends and seeing their panic - but this time Christian was determined to at least make a valiant effort (he's not sure he had the confidence in himself to actually brand Baggy and not become goose himself).
In quick succession, he felt Jasper move away (and was vaguely aware he'd landed heavily on the floor) and Toby's dressing room flew across the room (presumably to it's owner), and then Christian grabbed his wand and launched himself towards Baggy. They needed to do a full circuit of the room, at least, before one of them sat down in the spot Christian had now vacated. Either Christian would brand Baggy (unlikely), or Baggy would end up sat smugly in Christian's bed eating bloody marshmallows (definitely the most likely option).
Christian at least had agility on his side. Noting Raph was awake, watching and eating marshmallows, so he wouldn't be disturbed should Christian knock his bed, he ran and skidded towards the bed-frame, sliding all the way under and out of the other side before popping up to see where Baggy had reached in that time.
"Hold on to what you try to be," the song in his head now, Christian couldn't help but continue with the lyrics, "Your individuality," he sang/yelled, propelling himself over Toby's bed, "When the world is on your shoulders," a quick land before jumping quickly sideways to run around Cisco's bed, "Just smile and let it go."
Something furry swished around his ankles then, and he found himself nearly tripping over his own damn cat. He swerved, catching Robot's tail as he did, and although he'd righted himself somewhat it had definitely affected his momentum. The gap between himself and Baggy grew wider. Bollocks.
Baggy grinned and shook his head. He could not have planned this evening better if he’d… well… *actually planned* it. Capers like this rarely went off without a hitch, and there was something beautiful and life-affirming about things simply falling into place, as though God had dropped a deck of cards in his own omnipotent way.
His eye caught Christian’s shift in weight, and he dodged the valiant effort at a first lunge. If he had to be honest, of all of his mates, Christian was probably the most difficult to goose. Toby tended to overthink things and Jasper was too trusting for his own good, but Christian would always put up a fight - and Baggy coveted a challenge.
”If people try to put you down - just walk on by, don’t turn around!” he shouted happily to the room in general, continuing on where Christian left off.
He had a good lead. He’d gone high where Christian had gone low, attempting not to tread on any of the other Puffs on his way around the room. From his vantage point, swinging from one four-poster to the next, he looked across the dormitory to their small audience of friends and made a mental toast to the absurd and wonderful joy that was radiating around them.
October in Scotland was cold. Arguably, to a young boy who’d grown between Africa and Australia, just about any month in Scotland was cold, but it had been growing steadily colder since his arrival and - thanks to his basic knowledge of the movement of the seasons in each hemisphere - this did not bode well for the next few months.
More than this though, a cold, old castle in Scotland, full of students he didn’t know, and traditions he didn’t care to find out about, was also just about as far from home Baggy could get for more reasons than one.
It had been at breakfast in the Great Hall when it happened. The four intimidatingly long tables set up, Green, Blue, Red and Yellow, all ordered neatly as they ever were. But this particular morning, Baggy had decided to join in the conversation of two boys from *gasp* another house. He’d sat himself down amidst a sea of yellow and black, and had not stood up again until he and the other two boys had left together about 3 hrs later.
After Jasper and Christian had adopted him and introduced him to the rest of the puff boys, he’d finally felt - not more at home exactly - but that he had found the dirt in which his roots could grow.
...
not that… his new friends were dirt…
or that they were particularly fertile...
fuck it. He’d felt more at home.
Baggy glanced over his shoulder to his right, where he noticed Christian had skidded to avoid bowling over Robot. That about decided it. Baggy leapt through the last four-poster bed feet-first, using the curtain rail like his own gymnastic bar and landed perfectly in the gap on the bed that had been left moments prior by Phrase. He raised his arms in a universal sign of ‘nailed that landing’ and accio’d himself a marshmallow, which he proceeded to catch out of the air mid-flight with his mouth.
He let out a long breath through his nose as he lowered his arms as he looked around the room again.
”Oi luff oo goys” he declared happily through a cloud of half-chewed marshmallow.
Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Jul 23, 2018 22:02:46 GMT
The ceiling was...remarkably clean, Jasper thought, considering it was their dorm room. He'd just assumed that there would have been all manner of shit up there given the amount of ridiculous antics they all got up to together in there. And it wasn't like Jasper was exactly the epitome of cleanliness - the odds of him accidentally flinging paint up there at some point, or getting a bit messy flinging drinks around while he was high seemed highly likely. But looking at it now, he wondered whether they were all a little bit cleaner than he thought? Well, actually, it was probably more realistic that the house elves cleaned the ceilings too. Those poor little elves, Jasper mused to himself from his place on the floor. He was resting there, happily, a content smile upon his face, and his hands resting on his stomach as he listened to the chaos above him. S Club 7...classic.
Toby joined him then, a moment later, stopping dropping and rolling under Jasper's bed, marshmallows in hand. "Tooobes," Jasper crooned happily, curling to his side a little so he was facing his friend. "Baggy catch you on the way down?" From his vantage point of spooning Christian, Jasper hadn't even seen their other roommate enter, but he was delighted at the sight of him. A quiet night had quickly taken a turn for a fun one with the boys, and for that Jasper would always be excited - he always did do better when he had his mates around him. He should have thought that Toby was probably out and about, doing his prefect things and all that. "While you're under there if you find my bloody Magical Creatures textbook, let me know," he added, nodding towards his bed and the absolute state of his mess of belongings underneath it. Toby was braver than he.
When Raph emerged from his bed, Jasper was even more delighted - it was almost like he didn't spend every day with them all. He couldn't help it though, he just loved his friends desperately, and any opportunity of having the gang all together to be stupid and fuck around was always going to be appreciated. It was a shame that Cisco didn't appear to be lurking anywhere so they could properly have all the squad together, but Jasper supposed it's a bit different once you have a girlfriend. Don't have to waste all your time being silly with your mates, and Jasper didn't blame him at all. "Hey Macmillan," he said cheerfully from his spot on the floor. "Where have you been hiding?"
It would have come as a surprise to no-one that Baggy was victorious in his goosing - he was notoriously the best player of this game, only ever being caught when he actually wanted to, and Jasper honestly couldn't remember a time that Baggy had ever had a failed goose chase. Jasper on the other hand, had plenty. It was their fundamental difference - there was no way Baggy was ever going to let anyone catch him off guard, whereas Jasper thoughtlessly would run face first into the arms of the goose if they asked him for a hug. Don't get him wrong, he always had a laugh playing it, but Duck, Duck, Goose was very much not his game. "Spectacular, mate," Jasper said happily, sitting up and emerging from his safe spot and peering his head over the bed at his friends. "Great form on the chase, with a solid landing. Ten out of ten. Chuck us a marshmallow, will you." He opened up his mouth to encourage one of them to throw one at his face - a bad idea, probably, but he'd been known to make many of those in his lifetime.
Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Aug 12, 2018 22:10:04 GMT
From his perch under Jasper’s bed, Toby had a pretty good view of Baggy and Christian’s ridiculous chase around the room. It was (of course) ridiculous, and he was almost crying with laughter at this point - at least a little high on the giddiness of escaping the chase himself. Baggy and Christian were both severely competitive, utterly ruthless, and ridiculously flexible, so it promised to be good. He winced as Christian dodged Robot (who always seemed to be the deciding factor in any dorm-based goose chase) and called it then and there: Baggy was, again, gonna be gooseless. Ungoosed? It was not a surprise. The S Club was a slightly surprising touch, but … not entirely. His friends were ridiculous. He loved them.
Toby reached out for Jasper and stuck his hand in his hair, ruffling it as hard as he could from under the bed. “Hey Jazzy,” he grinned, “I got a solid ducking.” He snorted, trying not to inhale any dust bunnies. “It is gross under here, I won’t lie. Is there anything clean in this entire room?” He rolled over and ended up with some … not amazing feeling boxers stuck on his ears. “Okay, that is enough,” he said and crawled out to join Jasper - on top of his bed this time. “Raph!” He grinned at Raph’s sleepy expression. “Come join me.”
He summoned a pile more marshmallows, and felt his hair with his other hand - still full of fluff. Oh well. To be honest, it could wait there till morning. Sleepovers were not the time for showers; he felt like he hadn’t seen most of his friends in days, and (as Jasper always reminded him), bro-time was the most important.
He was still half asleep as he stuffed marshmallows into his mouth, but he managed to pick his feet up off the floor as Christian leapt into action, sprinting around the room, Baggy doing the same on the other side. Duck, duck, goose. He recognised what they were doing now that he'd had a minute to digest the scene before him - the sugar helped a lot - and he found himself unbelievably grateful that he had never decided to join in the game. He couldn't bear the thought of being goosed and having to stop whatever he was doing to run for his life. He enjoyed watching the guys play, but that was enough for him. He could imagine them purposely goosing him when he was making headway with a cute girl, or some similar scenario that would really get his goat. Merlin, he sounded like a complete bore compared to his dorm mates, but at least he was upfront about it and didn't just play along to be popular.
Jasper called out to him from his spot underneath his bed, and Raph blinked as he watched Jasper and Toby in their hiding spot. It looked gross, and Raph was relieved when they both came out from the mess of Merlin knew what that was under there. He padded across the room and crawled onto Jasper's bed beside Toby, grabbing a marshmallow from the air as Tobes summoned them, and dropping it on his foot, completely uncoordinated. He had definitely made the right decision to stay away from Quidditch, he could do swimming, jogging, great, but throw something at him and he'd be more likely to get knocked out by it than actually catch whatever it was. He picked the squishy sweet up off of his foot and blew it, inspecting it carefully before popping it in his mouth. "I was having a bloody brilliant dream before you tossers woke me up," he said with a grin, cringing as he noticed the fluff in Toby's hair. He plucked a piece out and tossed it on the floor, still feeling like he was in some sort of surreal sleep bubble as he watched it float down agonisingly slowly. Maybe he was still asleep, that was always a possibility. He had dreamed about the lads plenty of times before, it really wasn't all that unusual, though the last dream had involved frisky mermaids, and this was pretty much just average sleepover business for them.
