Where they always have belonged.

[Samuel Phillips]

Samuel had spent his time at Hogwarts New Zealand avoiding most social contact, his lips were sealed, his eyes showed no emotion, and he remained a mystery. This was exactly how Samuel liked to be, antisocial yet well known, and his reputation at the school had not been tainted with the happenings at his previous wizarding school, Durmstrang. No bullying had been dished out to the seventeen year old, not even one small insult, or so he thought. A student could very well have mumbled, or whispered something negative about him, a rumour possibly? Or a plain insult leaving possibility of name calling to begin. If any student had uttered something of that category, it would have been brushed off quickly, to be replaced with more mystery. Heck, most of the school had no idea he was dating Elspeth, or that he was dating at all for that matter, and the possibility of admirers from afar fuelled Samuel's already massive ego more than originally thought. With all those outlets for the teen to distract himself, along with his art and school work, nothing managed to keep his mind off Buddy for more than ten minutes. Yes, he was still in love with the dude, but could he be blamed? Buddy was the guy who aided in Samuel realising his sexuality, and was the person her truly fell in love with for the first time. It is common knowledge that nobody forgets their first love, but what if Samuel's first love was really true love? He had ruined it all on his own, and there was nothing he could do to change it now. Samuel had spent the morning working on an essay for potions, with a smirk he decided to change his task from writing an essay to writing a letter to a friend of his, who attended Beauxbatons. He went by the name of James Killian. ​

<i></i>

</FONT>

James,
This is belated I know, so don't mention it when you reply, if you do reply. But how are you? It seems like eons since the two of us sat down with a coffee. Let's catch up at that little coffee shop whenever you're in town again, okay? No funny business this time, I promise. Just good coffee and good conversation. I just sounded like I was advertising the place, yuck. Anyway, how have you been? What's the happs? Let me know with a quick reply to this letter if you're down for some caffeine in a bookstore, without any books being stolen again, of course.
S.A.P​

<i></i>

<FONT font="verdana">The seventeen year old folded up the parchment that contained his letter, and hastily made his way over to the owlery, handing his letter, encased in an envelope to a snowy owl, which looked strangely familiar. With a shrug and a smirk as the owl flew away, Samuel remained eager for a reply from James. He left the owlery on a positive note, with a spring in his step as he made his way over to the cliffs to meet up with his girlfriend. They also needed to catch up, however Samuel would not mention the existence of Elspeth to James, in fear of judgement. ​

<i></i>

 

[James Killian]

It was safe to say that Jamie did in fact hate... organized groups of singers. It was something that he just could not fathom as would-be singers, with almost zero talent, wandered the halls of academia caroling and screeching as if everyday was some tragic over budget musical and they the star of the whole show. What made it worst was that one day one of the lunatics thought up the idea that rather than looking like a complete loser they would invite others to join which seemed to be the second worst thing that could ever happen to mankind, the first being the resurrection of the most villainous dark wizard the world ever knew Lord Voldemort. Not even he was heinous enough enough to conceive the idea of a glee club, which is the worst name for a group if ever there was one. I mean really glee the muggle dictionary defines glee as great delight or joy which was sicking considering that there was nothing "joyous" about you roommate spitting out sad love song at six thirty in the morning. Whatever the case the only place Jamie managed to find sanctuary at was in the schools owlery which was beautifully silent especially this time of year, it was on a day like today that he was surprised to find that he had mail. He was used to getting mail from his dad but today it was from a rather interesting sender, Samuel a fellow artist with dashing good looks who could talk about the inner works of a toenail and Jamie would still find some way to make sound like the most interesting thing in the world. However for him the guy was taken... not only once but twice apparently based of course on what he gathered from the last time they had talk which seemed like ages ago now that he thought about.

After reading the letter and cracking up a several dozen times he decided that he would in fact humor Sam and send a response though he half thought about not replying for a like a month to show that he was in control but thought other wise.

Dear Sammy,

If you hate me calling you Sammy then get over it I think it is far more fitting which I am sure you would most likely disagree with me if for nothing more than to disagree. As for belated when I told you like six months ago to stay in contact I was hoping that I would get a response before I graduate! I had half the mind to send you a howler with a rather poorly drawn picture but decided to spare you at the last minute from such a fate. Your welcome. I am doing fine though fine is not necessarily the best word to use at the moment ... you see Beauxbaton has decided to start up its own glee club much to my protest. It would be fine if they could sing but they can't it reminds me of the sound a werewolf makes when it dies, which brings me to my next point I would rather have tea time with all the werewolves in France before I listen to one more pimply second year sing "over the rainbow" one more time. I need a smoke but I am out and the school will not have caffeine after my last fit where I threaten to free all the schools house elves if they did not make me a pot, much to there dismay since I had like fifty pair of socks ready to go. But besides that I am doing, how does dad say, peachy!

We will need to get together when I am back in town as you are the most sane individual I know at the moment which I am not entirely sure is the best thing for my social growth. Ugh I sound like dad I so need can not wait for school to go on break. Well I have bored you with more pointless information and ramblings of crazed caffeine junkie.... lets talk about you! How are you? how do you like 'warts? Any cute non singing boys? Speaking of cute how is the Boyfriend... and I guess if I am asking the girlfriend? I hope good in that intense love triangle of insanity! Well I got to go... I can hear the glee club coming.... I do not know how they found me so quickly!!!

Deeply annoyed and troubled
Jamie

P.s You so did sound like an ad for the shop 'good coffee and good conversation"! I mean really?

Jamie quickly tied his letter to the snow owl he retieved from, which was sorta familiar but he could not quite figure out from where to save his wand. After the owl took off so did he as he hoped to make it to the library before the glee club got any closer, today was the sound of musical!

 

[Samuel Phillips]

What was a record player without records to play it on? Complete and utter junk. Samuel had been listening to vinyl for about a month, and had quickly grown to be addicted to it. One would assume he would be listening to the Beatles. However, Samuel was not so mainstream, the band he had been acting like heroin to his ears was the Smiths. Samuel lay on his bed, staring at the celing and humming quietly along to The Smiths, tapping his fingers on his mattress. Luckily he was the only person in his dorm at that moment, as having a fellow Slytherin in his presence, while music blasted around the room would make for a frightfully awkward situation. Samuel did not even hear the snowy owl with the reply to his letter crash into his window. Not until he sat up at least. He walked over to the window, and opened it as to let the bird in. He chuckled quietly at the bird's lack of intelligence before taking the letter from it's talon. Samuel, considering his last encounter with a bird, flinched a little, but he fortunately retrieved it without so much as a scratch, the owl was dumb, but at least it was friendly enough not to bite. A small smile appeared on the seventeen year old's lips as he read the letter over, waiting a little while after finishing it to bother starting a reply.​

<i></i>

</FONT>

James,

You want to call me Sammy? The housekeeper calls me that. Oh flibber flabble. Can't you think of a better nickname for me? Like The Hulk? How about that? It makes me seem strong, and deliciously green. Oh my wizard god, did I just write that green was delicious? I like broccoli, but the Hulk being yummy is just going too far. There must be something seriously wrong with me.

The boyfriend front? We broke up. They both found out, and Buddy decided to leave me. I convinced Elspeth to stay, stupid girl. She's gotten herself into something horrible. Luckily my looks are compensation enough, of course you agree. What about you? Has anybody caught your fancy yet? I am doing really bad, the break up was ages ago, but I still love Buddy, I mean, he's perfect. Elspeth, well I can't say anything about it to her, because she's hanging by a thread as it is, you know? So the only outlet I have to tell somebody is in this letter. Please don't tell anybody, okay?

You're deeply annoyed and troubled? What about me? I have to live with a housekeeper that calls me Sammy, and pinches my cheeks because I look just like her son, my half-brother, but older, obviously. I can't even swear at her in French, because she is French! FML. Also, the owl looks really familiar, don't you think? I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know I have seen that owl before.

S.A.P​

<i></i>

<FONT font="verdana">The Slytherin almost threw his letter out so he could write a new one, one without all the things involving his love life. Honesty was and is the best policy, and he needed to get his emotions out of his system in one way or another, and sending it in a letter to James, who lived in a different country, who didn't know Elspeth was more than perfect. Hopefully it would relieve him of his stress, before he did anything drastic again. He folded up the letter, and put it in another envelope, handing it to the familiar snowy owl with caution, even though it didn't bite, and wasn't going to, Samuel did not want to take any risks. He let the owl fly away in it's own time, which was pretty quickly, Samuel's music seemed to make it uncomfortable. ​

<i></i>

 

[James Killian]

James was sitting at the Quidditch pitch watching the school's team practice as he enjoyed the peace and quiet of the great outdoors, not to mention that the glee club did not wander anywhere near the pitch during practice. He had his sketch pad and blacken finger tips as he worked tirelessly on what he was watching not to mention the ever so dreamy Quidditch player that he had ran into several times in the halls. The guy even went as far as to speak to him from time to time about nothing in particular which was unnerving since Jamie was a complete spazz int eh company of anyone he found attractive. The guy was drool worthy to say the least and extraordinary smart which was slightly surprising since he found that most jocks seemed to be lacking in the intelligence department. He knew however that the guy was hopelessly straight and in a long term relationship with a girl back in the states that he knew since practically birth but that did not prevent Jamie from dreaming about the guy in a completely R- Rated way from time to time.

James had just finished up when a white owl swooped in out of nowhere with a letter from Sammy no doubt, which was something that put a smile on his face that could outshine the sun. It was no secret that he had a huge crush on the guy but again it was one of those fruitless one sided relationship since Sammy was hopelessly in love with Buddy. When they had talked about the man he could not help but pick up on the subtle hints that Sammy had some powerful feelings toward the boy no matter if Samuel was currently in a relationship with his girlfriend which was another complicated matter altogether. Jamie took the letter of the owl and began to read and what he read first caused him to laugh till his side hurt. That was of course until he read about the troubling break up between Sam and Buddy, it caused his jaw to drop as he could only image what the guy was going through all things considered. Jamie finished the note in no time and pulled a spare piece of parchment and st to work writing Sam back.

Dear Superman,

I am not a fan of the hulk who is a being incapable of control over his own personal emotion and though he is strong and...green he is nothing like you in my humble opinion. Superman on the other hand is more your thing since when he is not off saving the day or the ever so clumsy Louis Lane he is a simple mild manner writer for some boring newspaper. Not saying that I find your work boring, I have not actually seen your work as a matter of fact, I doubt that he found his passion boring either which I am sure that he had as much flare for writing as you do for painting. Not to mention the fact that he is drop dead gorgeous with those hypnotic eyes and dashing good looks which you are no stranger to what so ever. Also before you attempt to tone down your sex appeal I will warn you that if you do so next time I see you I will hex you six ways to Sunday for sheer ignorance, as well as to point out that the weak willed such as myself and buddy would walk on dragon eggs for someone like you any day. As for the color green considering what house you are in I would say that it is not such a bad color ;-).

As for the whole Buddy thing I am sure he simply needs time to come wrap his head around the fact that the guy he liked and possibly loved is in a relationship with a girl. I do not see the charm in being with a girl, they seem like such timid little things who on their best days can be about as predicable as the weather. However to each their own and to quote some muggle singer somewhere, Baby you were born that way!Give Buddy sometime and take some time as well to figure out who and what you are and then once you know if ever then I would suggest going with your heart. As for my love ... is that a joke? I have not even so much as kissed another boy in the biblical sense nor have ever been approached by one with any interest in a book worm like me. Nope I am destined to be an old maid some where left bitter from years of reject left to live out his day in misery and despair. On the plus side my art work will be worth millions of galleons when I die!!!

Let me point out something... you have a housekeeper and you are complaining! Really? A french speaking housekeeper at that! I can only imagine the heartache and pain you have endured over the years. I am annoyed due to the fact that my only friend in the world attends Hogwarts and not Beauxbaton not to mention the ever present Glee club which walk around sing muggle show tunes as if they were coming back in style. I mean one of the members decided that during lunch since a lower class men back talked him that it would be the perfect time to break out in Respect by the original queen of soul Aretha Franklin! It was the most insulting thing I had to ever endure in my life. Now I am just rambling for the sake of venting... which reminds of how much I could use a smoke right now I am all out and underage but alas this is my cruel punishment for being antisocial it seems.

Going through withdrawals,
Jamie

P.s This owl does look familiar but I can not put my quill on it, how about you?

Jamie read over the letter and was pleased and so with a treat and a pat he watched as the owl took off once more with his letter as the waiting game began once more.

 

[Samuel Phillips]

A good morning indeed, the seventeen year old stretched out in his bed sighing as his eyes fluttered open to a cold morning. Samuel felt as if he were a warm toasty cinnamon bun all wrapped up within his sheets, soft to the touch, slowly chilling under the cold breath of morning. Luckily, Samuel had his onesie to keep him warm. What seemed a joke Christmas present from his younger brother turned out to be an aid in Samuel keeping his body heat at a comfortable level. And some people pondered if he was gay or not, he was flaming, half flaming to be more exact, considering his attraction to women had not changed since Buddy's arrival. It was in the moments Samuel woke up in a onesie did he realise why people questioned his sexuality, even if for a minute. The seventh year chuckled out of his own hilarity, not showing any hint of surprise as he let his arrogant bug strike once again. It was then Samuel made the realisation he had woke up into real life again, and the bliss he had just discovered was lost under the depressive mask reality forced him to face. Rubbing a tired eye, Samuel's ears twitched at a familiar scratching against his bedside window, he shot out of bed, to see the familiar owl again, shivering in the cold.

That's just what New Zealand was like, even in summer, a constant chill lingered over the country, and it was that constant chill which gave a seventeen year old sociopath like Samuel reason to wear a onesie without shame. He opened the window, letting the familiar owl fly in and perch on his bedhead. There was no query in the Part-Veela's mind as to who the letter was from, and the teen retrieved his reply from James with a small smile, half relieved he even replied, half anxious what the reply contained. Yet this anxiety did not mean Samuel refrained from ripping the envelope open a little too enthusiastically, and reading the well written letter over a few times, already wording his reply in the back of his mind. Samuel lay back on his bed, pursing his perfect lips together, his gaze on the celling, letter in hand. "I am superman." Whispered the seventeen year old, sounding more pleased with himself than originally intended. Samuel shook his head, messing up his soft brown hair even more so, reaching over to his nightstand to salvage a quill, and a piece of parchment, humming a familiar childhood tune 'the bare necessities' while scribbling down a reply.
​

<i></i>

</FONT>

Dear Spiderman,

I don't know, the first superhero to come to mind was the vivid red and blue Spiderman possesses, you do remind me of the adorable Peter Parker, as you have so much to learn, it's insane. Don't worry, maturity takes time, even I still giggle and a few things. Isn't Superman Clark Kent? We do share a pair of awesome glasses, I must admit. To be honest, I have never heard who the hell Louis Lane is, shh don't tell my brother that, he'll challenge me to a game of temple run again. Do you really think telling somebody with Veela blood that they're sexy will make any difference? I know I'm beautiful, and I love it because even if I cut off all my hair and grow a third eye, I'll still be hell of a lot prettier than you. You know I'm kidding right? Because you're adorable in a little brother sense to me, we're kind of like kindred spirits. Hey, you can be my spirit animal! What am I even saying right now. I think I have descended into madness, but it's a comfortable madness. Do you know what I mean? Green suits me wonderfully, do you have any idea how super fabulous I look in the silky green and sheer sliver of Slytherin? Oh wait, you have no idea because you're all the way in France with the mimes! Ha!

But seriously now, I don't think there's any way he will take me back, or even consider it. I deceived him for or whole relationship all because I was too scared to break up with Elspeth, because I knew if I did, I would have to tell Buddy the whole story and lose him anyway! So either way I lose. It's a bummer, huh? He did love me, I know that, did I ever mention to you about out tattoos? That's a pretty good explanation of Buddy and I in a nutshell. Girls are awesome bro, they're always clean, and they smell really good. Elspeth's hair always smells of coconut and I have to admit, I am going to steal her shampoo when I get the chance. That sh!t's like heroin, honestly. Oh, that song, I go gaga for that song. Pun intended. But James, you're an adorable book worm, heck, I'm a bookworm too, and you know that. I have had a lot of things happen to me in the romantic department, your time will come Spiderman, and just you wait and see. You won't be an old cat lady in a cottage filled with newspapers. I will make sure of it broseph.

Hey, the housekeeper is really annoying okay? Like she just pushes my buttons like nobody else, except maybe Elspeth. She's the epitome of Fifi from that muggle movie, Beauty and the Beast. Have you seen that movie? Fifi's the feather duster, yeah, that's the housekeeper. Dad likes having her around, because of John mostly, plus she's a really good housekeeper, it just gets annoying when she forgets to cover her cleavage. It grosses me out, and poor Batman. Oh, and I have been working on this piece for about a week, adding details here and there, and I think it's close to being finished. It's supposed to depict the musings of sexuality without using colours. I digress, I am going to be as brief as I can with this letter as I possibly can and end it right here, so I hope you'll reply soon so I can tell you all about my rich boy problems all over again.

Living on the edge of glory,
S.A.P

Ps. Ha I didn't end the letter back there. Eff the police. And isn't this owl from that thing? You know that thing?


​

<i></i>

<FONT font="verdana">Samuel folded up his letter, pleased with how neatly written the letter was, considering how half asleep he still seemed to be. He handed the letter to the unspeakably familiar snowy owl, petting it slightly before running a hand through his dyed brunette hair. It felt good having a third person to vent to about his problems, and if everything continued running as smoothly, Elspeth would never find out, and Samuel would be able to follow his instincts and avoid any form of confrontation. Samuel left his window open, letting the friendly bird leave on it's own time, after it had warmed up enough. Before Samuel's auburn eyes knew it, the owl had flown off, and the teen had fallen back asleep comforted by the warmth of his quirky choice in pyjamas. ​

<i></i>

 

[James Killian]

It was Saturday and as such Jamie had no classes which was a wonderful relief considering that he had three test this past week and four full parchments spread across several classes. So for the better part of the week he was forced to burn the midnight oil in order to make sure he studied and got all of his homework done which made the boy a crank mess with the massive lack of sleep so when the owl knocked on his window he was not in a good mood. Growling from the ball of blankets that was his bed he got out of his bed and threw open the currents which the assaulting sunlight caused him to squint as he open the window to let the owl in before it could squawk and peck at the window again. Once the bird fluttered in Jamie closed the current and walked over to his bed as goosebumps crept along his skin as he was only wearing a pair of shorts which meant the contrasting tempature from being warm in his blankets to the cool air caused him to get the chills. He flopped back in his bed and crawled back under the blankets as he hoped to return to sleep as his body desperately needed to make up all the sleep he had lost this week however the owl was not going to simply be forgotten as it hopped up on the bed and began peck at his ear. More growling was drew from him as he turned to face the owl who had his leg pointed in his direction with a look of defiance as he waited for the man to claim what was his as it looked for reward for having completed its job.

Jamie sighed as he closed his eyes and sat up as he knew that it was not the owls fault that he did not get enough sleep since if he had been studying and doing his assignments as they were handed out he would not be forced to cram and try and get everything in at the last minute. However he had been having a hard week as it seemed that a few people got wind that he was possibly gay and so as he walked the halls people seemed to stop and stare or whisper in hushed voice which left him feeling vulnerable and naked before them. He had broken down one day after a derogatory word was shouted at him as he was leaving the library that struck him to his core, he had never met people who did not like or even people who despised him in any sense of the word. His tears fell from his face as he never felt more alone that day in his entire life and nothing seemed to lift him out of the slump and so he slowly began closing himself off again and avoiding people like he had done when he had first arrived in France. He was digressing and it would take a miracle to get him back to his normal self again however he took the letter and read it as he could not help but cry a little as Sam was his savior whether he knew it or not and so Jamie reached for his quill and a new parchment.

Dear Superman,

Spiderman seems perfect since in a sense he was also and artist with his photography, he was no Picasso granted however he understood what it meant to struggle in a world were the greatest thing in the world to do was be seen. I have load in common with Peter park some are awesome while others not so much but it is what is and I thank you for the new nickname hahaha. As for maturity I am more mature than you not to mention younger I mean common who stole my art books in our coffee shop? That is right! You did which was immature. I believe that the word that best describe me would be naive or virginal in the worldly sense that is. Yes Clark Kent is aka Superman as for Louise Lane she is his constant Damsel in distress which he has saved countless times for various reasons, she was a clumsy creature with a knack for attracting misfortune. You said I am adorable so doesn't that makes me equal to you are your boy next door charm? I mean adorable is what puppies are and who does not like puppies!? I also did not say you were Sexy exactly... you assumed I did and you know what they say about assuming things? ;-) Green is a one of my favorite colors and I imagine that you look heavenly in that cute little suit of yours but then again I have been told that Light blue looks divine on me! Animal spirits really!? What animal would I be if I were to be your animal spirit and if you say a puppy I will send you howler next time and pray to the powers that be that you receive during diner for all to hear! You are bloody mad but it looks good on you as not anyone could pull off the level of madness that you have achieved in our rather short existence. Now if you throw a tea party be sure to save me a seat so that I can help pass the butter!

I could always try to talk to him for you if you wanted I mean I do not know how he would take to a stranger contacting him but what is their to loose really. The worst that could happen is that he tells me off or ignores me which would at least allow you to close that door and attempt to move forward rather than sitting up at night wandering what if... or if he was still thinking about you as much as you are about him. Just let me know and I can see what I can do! Now what is this nonsense about tattoos? I always wanted a tattoo you know! I think it would be so cool not to mention hot to have a few or date someone with one or two. This guy that I know has a few and he is so good looking that even you would drool over him but that is a story for a whole different situation. Getting back on the topic I think girls are awesome and they are very neat and clean not to mention as you have stated smell like a field of wild flowers.. they are just not my cup of tea really but I can see the appeal now that you mention it. And thanks for keeping my back it means alot!

Oh more with the french maid again.... sheesh leave the simple woman alone she is their providing your father though I am not sure that only entails cleaning if you catch my drift. Eeeww mental imagine so not cool... wait whose batman? As for the cleavage thing isn't that a good thing or have all my understanding of how straighter men think been in vain? Oh and who is John... I am sorry I am slowly slipping in and out of sleep due to a ridiculous lack of sleep in my life this week not to mention when those guys made me cr.... I am rambling now so I will stop for now and go back to bed.

Beautifully imperfect
Spiderman

P.S. But I thought you know, that one kicked the bucket? I mean could it be some distant relative?

Jamie finished the letter and reattached it as he allowed the bird to eat a little and rest a moment before opening the window and letting it out again. Jamie returned to bed and feel back into a dreamless sleep hoping that when he woke up the world was a better place though he seriously doubt that was how the universe worked.