- Messages
- 394
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Looking)
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Knotted 13 Inch Sturdy Willow Wand with Basilisk Skin Core
- Age
- 10/2026
Yes, Hamish had an assignment partner. Sure, he was quite positive she was a lovely person who he'd be lucky to meet. But the Slytherin had the sniffles on his usual patrol day and he wasn't climbing to the Sixth Floor whilst sneezing like he was getting paid for it. Besides, he might be enjoying sticking the finger up at the head people who decided to go dragon on their patrolling arrangements. He wasn't sure how he convinced the Ravenclaw that this would be a good idea (he liked to think it was his charming personality and good looks), but Orion had accepted his proposal, muttering something about a girlfriend.
What the Slytherin hadn't prepared for, was needing to climb the stairs. He made the trip every week for his classes, but there was a reason poor Professor Tuuri kept the door open a little longer these days - along with being brooding, Hamish suffered from perpetual lateness as a result of his laziness and love affair with his bed. It was such a nice bed. Four posts, curtains, and the best soft mattress and pillows he had ever had - he was ruined. Nursing a stitch in the ribs and a warm chai, the parselmouth swore several times as he wandered through the hallways to their meeting spot, glaring sharply at any suspicious looking troublemakers. "If I have to run or cast spells or yell this early in the day, I'll murder them," he grumbled to himself, taking a swig and waving at the Ravenclaw.
"Hey!" he greeted, giving a wave and reclining on the windowsill nearest his partner. "Sorry about the wait. I'm carrying enough bags under these eyes to backpack through Europe in the winter."
What the Slytherin hadn't prepared for, was needing to climb the stairs. He made the trip every week for his classes, but there was a reason poor Professor Tuuri kept the door open a little longer these days - along with being brooding, Hamish suffered from perpetual lateness as a result of his laziness and love affair with his bed. It was such a nice bed. Four posts, curtains, and the best soft mattress and pillows he had ever had - he was ruined. Nursing a stitch in the ribs and a warm chai, the parselmouth swore several times as he wandered through the hallways to their meeting spot, glaring sharply at any suspicious looking troublemakers. "If I have to run or cast spells or yell this early in the day, I'll murder them," he grumbled to himself, taking a swig and waving at the Ravenclaw.
"Hey!" he greeted, giving a wave and reclining on the windowsill nearest his partner. "Sorry about the wait. I'm carrying enough bags under these eyes to backpack through Europe in the winter."