Art of Magic

Hello there, my name's Arthur Davenport, but you lot can call me Art. Care of Magical Creatures professor and I'm lovin' every minute of it. I'm just as much your friend as I am your professor so if ever your young teenage selves need a place to decompress, my doors are always open.
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Ok here goes nothing XDD

Pick twelve characters, either yours or someone elses and answer the questions.  Don’t look at the questions until after you pick the characters.  No cheating ;) — found, will credit if I can find who it originally came from.

1) Arthur Davenport

2) Alexander Tomlin

3) Miles Hunter

4) Carson Choi

5) Mason Stancliff

6) James Potter

7) Fred Weasley II

8) Scorpius Malfoy

9) Albus Potter

10) Evolet Hadamik

11) Alicia Knight

12) Noelee Fogelstrom

1) Six, seven, and eight all go out to dinner, where do they go, what do they eat, and who pays? 

Oh dear, James Fred and Scorp are going out to dinner together? Do I even want to know under what circumstance?? I feel like they’d end up at a steakhouse, don’t even know why XD And then Scorp, trying to make peace with his future in laws would offer to pay in that “I’m offering to pay because it’s polite but I expect you to intervene and go ‘no, no, no, please let me!’ and pay instead” kind of way but when he pulls out his wallet and kinda waits for Fred and James to jump in they’ll just sit back with their arms crossed and a “bitch, please, we ain’t movin an inch” look on their faces XD XD

2) Twelve and nine go on a date, where do they go, how does it go? 

Oh dear LOL Why are Al and Noe going on a date again? Not sure where they’d go but they were probably drunk to begin with to end up on a date together and it’ll probably end up in either drunken sex or Scorp finding out and ScorpAl throwing bitch fits and then making up again and Noe going back to being sad and lonely….or both.

3) Four and six have a daughter, what’s her name, what is she like? 

OMFG CHAMES. Their lovechild would be called Chames and she would be the cockiest British Korean hybrid break dancing, KPOP singing, mirror loving, prank pulling mofo alive.

4) Two has an embarrassing question for nine, what is it about? 

“So…ehm…why exactly is your soul mate…hitting it off with my soul mate…and then referring to themselves as ‘Scart’ because that’s their cute couple name?”

5) Four and five are arguing, what is it about? 

“It’s not taking it too far! I’m just saying if you want to prank Art, then do it right! He deserves to fracture a bone or two for all the fake futures he’s made for me and all the stupid nicknames too!”

“Car, I still think we should just stick to putting purple dye in his shampoo or something…”

Lol I guess that’s not really an argument but I honestly can’t really think of much they’d argue about XD

6) You ask seven what the best movie they ever saw was, what is their answer? 

LOL I dunno, something a bit wild like….I dunno, Teen Wolf? An epic comedy. OMFG NO. FERRIS BUELER’S DAY OFF. YES. THAT’S IT.

7) If eleven was deathly ill, how does two react, what does eleven have to say to ten? 

LOL I guess Tomlin would be as concerned as any other professor if Alicia got deathly ill. I mean he always was an empathetic person so I guess he’d be pretty upset. And I don’t even know if Alicia and Evie get along so I’m not sure what she’d say XD

8) Ten gets into a fight, where was it, who was it with, and who won? 

LOL idk who would Evolet could possibly get into a fight with. Lorcan maybe? I dunno, if they ever break up? Ryan maybe? 

OMFG VIOLET. FOR TRYING TO STEAL HER MAN. IMAGINE. LMFAO XD

9) Who would make a better teacher, twelve or four? 

Well, Carson is a teacher…and Noe….well lets just say that when I thought to myself “What would Noe teach?” my mind immediately responded with “Sex Ed.”

10) One and eight are on a quest for something, what is it? 

Scorp’s virginity Oh I dunno, a cure for something or other than poisoned Al during one of the many stunts he pulled after Scorp accidentally cheated on him/broke up with him/did something else to stir up drama between them? That or a condom to get it on

11) Eight and ten have an agreement, who is the brain and who is the brawn?  What do they achieve? 

I can’t imagine what Evie and Scorp would have an agreement on cause don’t they like hate each other? Evie would def be the brains and Scorp would be the brawn. And I guess the only way they’d come together is if someone like Art or Albus’ life depended on it and they had to work together to achieve something. But something tells me if they didn’t hate each other they’d make a pretty smart ass team XD

12) Three must work for eleven, what do they have to do? 

Lol did Miles and Alicia even talk? What is with all these people that never interacted or at least I never saw interact together?? But knowing Knight she’d probably have Miles do something to embarrass himself while Miles happily obliges, oblivious to the fact that he’s embarrassing himself XD

13) What can five do to scare eight? 

I dunno, tell him Art is dead? Or Al is dead? Or that Al and Art are both dead? OR WORSE. TELL HIM THAT ARTBUS IS HAPPENING. 

14) What would happen in a fan fiction where nine kidnaps eight, seven and four team up to get him/her back, and twelve has stolen something very precious from two? 

Albus kidnaps Scorp. Fred and Car team up to get Scorp back. And Noe stole Alex’s lemur, Reagan from him. Ok so basically Al and Noe decided to set their differences aside so they can set up Art and Alex who have been fighting so in order to draw them into one place together, Al fakes a Scorp kidnapping knowing Art will run to the rescue and Noe steals Alex’s lemur knowing he’ll run to the rescue for his baby and Al and Noe make the ransom meeting area the same place and then when Art and Alex meet they’re all “Hey, what are you doing here?” And then join forces to save their loved ones and it’s basically like the Parent Trap….except not really XD XD

15) Who does eight choose to help him/her, two, eleven, or five? 

Scorp would probably chose Mason. Cause I don’t think him and Alicia are very close and neither are him and Alex sooooo yeah X)

16) Three has a great idea cheer up twelve, what is it?

Oh God, knowing Miles, a trip to the great unknown and a free pass into his secret stash drawer XD XD

17) Why is twelve mad at eight? 

FOR STEALING HER EFFIN BOYFRIEND. LMAO.

18) One walks in on three and five making out, what happens next? 

Art walks on on Mason and Miles making out? Oh dear. 

Art would probably just cover his eyes and get the hell out of the room screaming “OH GOD, GUYS, REALLY? REALLY? AW, MAN, I DID NOT NEED TO SEE,-AW MAN” the whole way out and down the hallway XD XD HunterCliff. Lmfao XD

19) Five needs a place to crash for a few days, who do they stay with twelve or eight? 

I think Mason would stay with Noe. Cause they already had sex in Art’s flat all over his kitchen counter so I’m guessing they’re quite comfortable well, sleeping together XD XD

20) If six had to who would they entrust with their safety, two, three, or four?

Alex, Miles or Car? Hm? Who the hell would James be safer with?

I think he’d pick Alex just because Alex wouldn’t slip anything into his drink to relax him or pull some sick joke on him in his sleep to get back at him for all the times he’s been annoying XD XD

Art Character Analysis  

artofmagic:

milesandmilesofhunter:

artofmagic:

Student’s name wouldn’t happen to be Charlie, would it? X)

Yes! Charlie the Badger boy! He was my favorite. I think he’s studying charms abroad now, actually. Smart kid. Did you teach him?

Yeah, I did! Bright kid. Wasn’t too good with animals though, but still, a friendly kid. It’s good to hear he’s doing well!

OH MY GOD. BEN. I FOUND IT. LOL. I CAN’T EVEN.

CHARLIE.

milesandmilesofhunter:

artofmagic:

I would bring my bestboyfriendbrothersistermotherfatherman along with me but even this fucker’s got a date with a certain pretty little Weasley. 

Most likely to end up alone with a million cats? This old queer here. 

Wait there’s a ball?

I… uh, I haven’t asked Rose anything… Should I ask her to come to the ball with me?

Would McGonagall let me do that without ripping my ear off?

Ehm…I’m sure McGonagall won’t be at the ball so you should be good. It’s tearin me apart to say this, mate, but go get em tiger! Go ask your pretty lil red head out. I’m sure she’d love it.

milesandmilesofhunter:

artofmagic:

OOC:BRB DYING

Which one was this, Miles??

That one’s Christian!

He was a writer.

Oh, I remember him! The one that liked to sing and dance a lot. He was cute, he was but god dammit, being your roommate was a nightmare for those few months! All he did was sing about damn courtesans and penniless sitar players or whatever

-_________-

professor-tomlin:

artofmagic:

professor-tomlin:

Watching Art struggle to hold himself together only made Alex’s job that much harder. He knew that he couldn’t give in. Let Art convince him of everything that he knew he wanted, but couldn’t have. He tried multiple times while Art was talking to look away, but he couldn’t. Art’s eyes drew him in, just like they always have. He was beautiful. Even like this, on the verge of sobbing standing on an unnamed bridge in Dublin. 

Alex didn’t know what to say, but he couldn’t control his face twisting at the information he was getting from Art. He had no idea their separation had hit his old lover so hard. Alex found himself lucky. At least he was at home and didn’t have to hide his feelings. He had time to cry over Art. A lot of it. No students to teach, or papers to grade. He’d done his crying. It’s only fair that art got to do the same. 

Alex knew Art to be strong; to fight away anything that bothered him. But the man before him seemed more broken. Alex just wanted to help. He extended his arms, but it was almost too late as Art rushed in. His smell hit him like a sharp note. He was warm again and he let himself cry now that Art couldn’t see. He rubbed his chin into Art’s hair.

“I know, Art. I know, I missed you too. I still do.” He took deep breaths to stop himself from crying more. “I don’t want you to be a mess over me. I don’t want you running to Dublin over me. For God’s sake, I’ve missed you so much, though.” Alex squeezed Art into him one last time before stepping back.

He wiped the tears from his eyes with his forearm and kept talking. “How long are you in town for? Do you need a place to stay?” He tucked his chin into his scarf and went to pull out another cigarette, but stopped himself. “Ah, what am I doing…I’m sorry, Art, you must already have a place, yeah?”

Not since Reed had Alex felt so lost.

When he felt Alex’s strong arms go around him like they once used to, Art couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears refused to stay in his eyes and his short breaths refused to remain inside of him. He heard Alex’s voice near his ear but hardly registered the exact words. He could hear the sincerity in Alex’s voice and that was enough for him. He let each and every one of his senses drown itself in Alex’s much missed presence. He let all his emotions go as the older man held him, and couldn’t help the sudden panic that filled him up when Alex began pulling away.

Of course a second later his mind told him to relax and that this wasn’t yet another dream taunting him with the image of his once lover, that was going to end all too soon. Although it might be something resembling that, Art knew he’d at least have the chance to say goodbye before being separated from Alex again-which was inevitably going to happen. Just the thought made the pain return in Art’s chest. He shook the thought off as Alex dragged his forearm across his eyes. It hurt him to see Alex in such a state as well. It hurt him to see them like this. Sure, they’d hugged and cried it out, but there was an awkward, fearful air hanging about them. They were acting as though the second the other looked away he’d disappear…but at the same time, afraid to get too close, afraid to be comfortable because they both knew this reunion was going to be short lived. And letting go after becoming comfortable again would hurt more than anything else. 

Art’s brows shot up as he saw Alex pull out a cigarette. Well, that’s certainly new… ”I’m here for a few days, or weeks, I dunno really” Art said absentmindedly as he snatched the cigarette from Alex. He eyed it warily before looking back to Alex. “I thought you were the mature, responsible one” he said with the slightest bit of humor in his voice. And as much as he wanted to light the cigarette and take a few deep puffs himself, instead Art tossed it over the side of the bridge. At that moment it hit him what Alex had done a few moments ago when they’d first seen each other. Tossed a cig off the edge of the bridge so I wouldn’t see…well…that is very new. Wonder if he’s ok…

“I actually…ehm…don’t have a place…I’m in a hotel right now” Art sighed, looking down. “It’s a nice place but…” He took another deep breath and squinted at Alex throgh the wind that seemed to have picked up. “D’you mind if we walk a little bit? I-it-it’s kind of been a while and…it would be nice to catch up, you know?” Art suggested, and then quickly added, “If you want of course-I mean if you’re not busy. If you are, I can go or something…ehm…yeah…” Art exhaled deeply. Waitta keep your cool and not make a fool of yourself, Art. 

“I just wanna know how you’ve been” Art said honestly. “How is everything for you? How’s your mum? Is she alright? How’s life here, what are you doing now, have you met anyone new? I just….I just wanna talk, Lex.” Art looked up to him with a small smile and held out an elbow to him, just as he had all those months ago on their very first date. “If you’ll have me?”

Alex never assumed himself to be the more mature one. Sure, he was older and completely uninterested in anything remotely juvenile, but that isn’t to say he can’t indulge in some bad habits.

“Only older in age, ba-” Alexander Tomlin. You stop right there.  He almost finished the pet name. Thank Merlin he didn’t. No telling what mess that would have created. “Art.” He cleared his throat and fumbled with the now useless matchbox in his hands. Opening and closing and opening it again, over and over. He was nervous.

His situation was made worse by the news that Art was only staying in a hotel this would have been unacceptable even if Art were just a friend. It wasn’t fair. He knew he should just end the conversation. Just tell Art to have a great day and say hi to the students for him. Alex knew that the moment he let himself open up to Art, the words would just start flowing and he may do something he would regret. Something that could undo all of the time he spent forgetting about Art. But as it was, Art was a friend who needed an actual place to stay and Alexander Tomlin was not about to turn down a friend.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s walk. I’m on a milk run anyhow. Couldn’t hurt to have some company.” He smiled. “I bet you’ve got tons of stories. If I know those kids, and I do, then they’ll have killed each other by now or everyone’s been screwed by everyone. Teenagers.”

He saw Art’s elbow poke out, making a hole for Alex’s arm. He let his eyes linger on the space where he desperately wanted to be. He didn’t say anything as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and pretended nothing had just happened. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. 

“So did you replace me yet?” He said with a cautious smile.

When Alex pushed his hands into his pocket, Art felt a sharp, merciless jolt in his chest. He took a quick breath and looked away from the older man. “Not each other…” he said weakly, swallowing. He blinked once, long and hard and when he opened his eyes, he was looking back at Alex with a smile plastered to his face. “The kids…they haven’t been killing each other. They’ve been killing themselves actually.” Art sighed and gestured for Alex to lead the way, figuring it wouldn’t do him any harm to escort Alex to where he needed to go. 

“I don’t even know what’s gotten into those kids, but between all the alcohol and depression these kids are really losing it” Art shook his head as they walked along. Sticking his own cold hands into his pockets, Art looked down from Alex’s face again. “But I’m no one to talk, since I’m in no better place than them myself…” he trailed off and pondered the thought for a moment before looking back to Alex. “But you know, Scorp and Al are engaged! Bet you didn’t see that one coming. They’re adopting a kid too! And you know, Clara and Fred, they’ve had their ups and downs but they’re finally together. Oh and Serena’s in a relationship with James now! James Potter is in a legitimate relationship with my niece. How crazy is that? Oh my God and you will never guess who actually got together” Art paused, the grin on his face was genuine this time, “Carson and Cecilia! Can you believe it? Carson Choi and Cecilia Lefevre are together. How amazing is that. I didn’t think Car even knew what domestic meant, ooh and you know it was Cee’s birthday the other day so me, Car, Jared, Miles and Dimitri decided to take her out for dinner. It was supposed to be a nice tasty dinner and a little bit of whine you know, but the drinks got a little out of hand and Car, oh, this man had a good eight or ten glasses of something alcoholic because the next thing we know he’s kicked the band off the stage and he’s up there all swaying back and forth like this-” Art was using his hands now, getting animated and trying to give Alex the full image of what had gone on. And he didn’t even know it yet, but he was doing the very thing he’d been afraid of doing from the start; getting comfortable. He was acting like he used to with Alex, purely on instinct. “And it gets better” Art “So he goes up on the stage and not only is he singing, but its in Korean too! And here Cecilia is, trying to slide under the table cause all he was doing was singing with passion and all on his face, pointing at her and we weren’t helping at all. We were just as drunk and actually sort of encouraging him and….oh God, it was great, you should have been there” the grin on his face had only widened as he told the tale. 

However all the brightness suddenly drained from his face when Alex mentioned replacing him yet. Art briefly debated on whether he wanted to tell Alex about Mason or not. “I tried” he settled with saying. “It failed, but I still tried….I know…” Art took a deep breath and looked up at Alexander with a bittersweet smile. “I know…I’m pretty easy to forget” Art swallowed. It hurt to hear himself say that, but it’d come out of his mouth based on how Alex had been behaving with him so far. “But you…not so much” he finished truthfully. 

“How about you?” he asked, picking up his tone. “Any gorgeous Irishmen catch your eye around here? I know I’ve spotted a few” he gave a laugh. That hollow kind of laugh he’d been putting on so far for the sake of hiding everything else. He laughed, but God knew he was getting tired of faking it.

professor-tomlin:

artofmagic:

professor-tomlin:

 Knife met wood and Alex was in Eden. His head followed the path of the blade as if carving the wand was a musical feat, and it was. Wand making was probably the only thing that kept Alex sane.

It had been a little over four months since he left his position as Astronomy professor at Hogwarts to care for his mother. She had a stroke and for a while he thought it was going to be for the worst, so he packed her up and moved back to Ireland. Just in case…He didn’t want her to go anywhere but home. It was a good thing leaving Hogwarts and the Ministry and everything in the long run. His mother recovered a month later, though bedridden, and she would have insisted on going back to work at the Ministry. Alex wasn’t going to have that one bit. He allowed her to communicate with the Ministry and work from home, but she was not to leave the house. As for himself, Alex had been keeping himself busy with wand making and frequent trips to the stratosphere. He was happy. For the most part.

At the moment, Alex kind of hated himself. Guilt plagued his mind as he shaped the piece of wood in his hands. He missed Art. The thought hadn’t fully entered his mind like that four weeks. It hit him hard and he threw the tools in his hand and stood up, sending his desk toppling over. He paced the floor, rubbing his roughened hands together nervously. He hadn’t seen Art in a while and he was beginning to feel as if leaving was a mistake. He missed the way he felt when he was with Art. Hell, he missed the way Art felt. His mother told him about how bad it hurt to lose the people you love, but he didn’t think it would feel like this. Like he flew just too high into the stars and just watched calmly as he slowly stopped breathing. And it got colder. And colder until he couldn’t feel anymore. It didn’t take long for him to fall into a routine. Caring for his mother, making wands, all of it over and over again. His life was boring without Art.

A list was on the fridge when he sulked out of his work room. They needed cabbage. Alex threw on a scarf and locked the door on his way out. He picked up smoking since he’d left school. Thirty-five years without a cigarette and now it’s as if he’d been doing it all his life. It wasn’t as cold as he expected it to be, but he was glad for the scarf. The wind picked up and he hugged himself. His thoughts flew between Arthur and school. He missed all of it. But he wouldn’t be going back any time soon. That was the worst part of it. He couldn’t go back now that his mother was sick and her health didn’t seem to want to pick up. He wanted to take care of her; in fact that’s all he’s ever wanted to do.

He was abruptly interrupted when a person ran into him. He thought he’d been clipped by a bike, they’d been moving so fast. He immediately recognized the shape of the man before he turned around. His breath got quick and he instinctively threw the cigarette over the rail of the bridge. It can’t be. He thought, trying his hardest not to hyperventilate. When Art looked him in the eye, Alex turned away and fought back tears.

“Fuck, Art.” He faced him again, wondering if he’d made a mistake, but no. There he was.

“I…uhh…what are you doing here?” He didn’t know what else to say. He had no experience with this and he was focusing all his energy on not kissing him like he wanted to.

Art hardly registered Alex flick his wrist towards the edge of the bridge. Hell, he could barely even feel the cold air around him anymore. All he could think of, see and hear was Alex. The words coming out of the older man’s mouth didn’t even process. His mind simply clung to the sound of his deep, slightly hoarse voice. The voice he hadn’t heard in what seemed like ages. Art wasn’t sure if it was the cold air or the man before him that brought a stinging warmth to his eyes, but he quickly looked down and swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in his throat. 

His mind wandered back to Alex’s words and pulling himself together, he looked back up at his old friend. He blinked a few times, took a deep breath and kept his eyes everywhere but at Alex’s. “What am I doing here? Well, in the span of about four months I’ve somehow managed to completely fuck up my entire existence-” Art broke off as the lump returned to his throat. Oh he had messed up so badly. He didn’t even know who he was anymore. Since when did he curse in front of Alex like that? Since when did he speak in such a sarcastic, bitter tone and since when did he fall apart in the smallest situations? This isn’t a small situation, this is Alex. My Alex…my Alexander Tomlin. Art sighed and forced himself to look up into Alex’s eyes, “I just really….really fell apart after…” he paused and thought about what he was about to say. He didn’t want to, in any way make Alex feel responsible for anything, but he felt the need to just let it out and say, “I fell apart after you left. I’m still not really sure what happened after that, but um…things happened, I kind of… lost who I am, as they like to say in cliche English” Art’s voice had picked up. He was speaking extremely quickly in an uncharacteristically jittery way as to to suppress any kind of emotion from entering his mind because he knew, if he let the slightest bit of emotion slip out, he was going to lose it. “I did a lot of stupid things, had a break down, realized what I was doing was wrong and then left my comfort zone to find myself again!” Art stretched his arms out to gesture to the open space around them. The smile was hardly and forcibly plastered onto his face. But very quickly he felt it falter. Art let his arms drop and stuffed his hands into his pockets again. He bowed his chin to his chest and thought for a moment before speaking again. “Things have been hard….and lonely…” he spoke quietly. “And I’ve missed you, Lexi” he whispered. He wasn’t even sure if Alex could hear it or not, but speaking the old nickname again, he felt a small jolt of pain in his heart.

He looked up into those piercing grey eyes and simply drank in the sight of them for a moment. And then suddenly, without even thinking twice, Art gave into the overwhelming emotion building up in the pit of his stomach and took a quick step forward. He practically threw his arms around Alex’s neck and buried his nose against the older man’s scarf, inhaling deeply the all too familiar scent. The vague smell of smoke reached his nose, but he ignored it and took in the warmth of Alex’s body against his. And for the first time in months, if even for a second, Art felt completely at peace.

“I missed you so much, Lex.”

Watching Art struggle to hold himself together only made Alex’s job that much harder. He knew that he couldn’t give in. Let Art convince him of everything that he knew he wanted, but couldn’t have. He tried multiple times while Art was talking to look away, but he couldn’t. Art’s eyes drew him in, just like they always have. He was beautiful. Even like this, on the verge of sobbing standing on an unnamed bridge in Dublin. 

Alex didn’t know what to say, but he couldn’t control his face twisting at the information he was getting from Art. He had no idea their separation had hit his old lover so hard. Alex found himself lucky. At least he was at home and didn’t have to hide his feelings. He had time to cry over Art. A lot of it. No students to teach, or papers to grade. He’d done his crying. It’s only fair that art got to do the same. 

Alex knew Art to be strong; to fight away anything that bothered him. But the man before him seemed more broken. Alex just wanted to help. He extended his arms, but it was almost too late as Art rushed in. His smell hit him like a sharp note. He was warm again and he let himself cry now that Art couldn’t see. He rubbed his chin into Art’s hair.

“I know, Art. I know, I missed you too. I still do.” He took deep breaths to stop himself from crying more. “I don’t want you to be a mess over me. I don’t want you running to Dublin over me. For God’s sake, I’ve missed you so much, though.” Alex squeezed Art into him one last time before stepping back.

He wiped the tears from his eyes with his forearm and kept talking. “How long are you in town for? Do you need a place to stay?” He tucked his chin into his scarf and went to pull out another cigarette, but stopped himself. “Ah, what am I doing…I’m sorry, Art, you must already have a place, yeah?”

Not since Reed had Alex felt so lost.

When he felt Alex’s strong arms go around him like they once used to, Art couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears refused to stay in his eyes and his short breaths refused to remain inside of him. He heard Alex’s voice near his ear but hardly registered the exact words. He could hear the sincerity in Alex’s voice and that was enough for him. He let each and every one of his senses drown itself in Alex’s much missed presence. He let all his emotions go as the older man held him, and couldn’t help the sudden panic that filled him up when Alex began pulling away.

Of course a second later his mind told him to relax and that this wasn’t yet another dream taunting him with the image of his once lover, that was going to end all too soon. Although it might be something resembling that, Art knew he’d at least have the chance to say goodbye before being separated from Alex again-which was inevitably going to happen. Just the thought made the pain return in Art’s chest. He shook the thought off as Alex dragged his forearm across his eyes. It hurt him to see Alex in such a state as well. It hurt him to see them like this. Sure, they’d hugged and cried it out, but there was an awkward, fearful air hanging about them. They were acting as though the second the other looked away he’d disappear…but at the same time, afraid to get too close, afraid to be comfortable because they both knew this reunion was going to be short lived. And letting go after becoming comfortable again would hurt more than anything else. 

Art’s brows shot up as he saw Alex pull out a cigarette. Well, that’s certainly new… ”I’m here for a few days, or weeks, I dunno really” Art said absentmindedly as he snatched the cigarette from Alex. He eyed it warily before looking back to Alex. “I thought you were the mature, responsible one” he said with the slightest bit of humor in his voice. And as much as he wanted to light the cigarette and take a few deep puffs himself, instead Art tossed it over the side of the bridge. At that moment it hit him what Alex had done a few moments ago when they’d first seen each other. Tossed a cig off the edge of the bridge so I wouldn’t see…well…that is very new. Wonder if he’s ok…

“I actually…ehm…don’t have a place…I’m in a hotel right now” Art sighed, looking down. “It’s a nice place but…” He took another deep breath and squinted at Alex throgh the wind that seemed to have picked up. “D’you mind if we walk a little bit? I-it-it’s kind of been a while and…it would be nice to catch up, you know?” Art suggested, and then quickly added, “If you want of course-I mean if you’re not busy. If you are, I can go or something…ehm…yeah…” Art exhaled deeply. Waitta keep your cool and not make a fool of yourself, Art. 

“I just wanna know how you’ve been” Art said honestly. “How is everything for you? How’s your mum? Is she alright? How’s life here, what are you doing now, have you met anyone new? I just….I just wanna talk, Lex.” Art looked up to him with a small smile and held out an elbow to him, just as he had all those months ago on their very first date. “If you’ll have me?”

professor-tomlin:

artofmagic:

Being the upbeat, fun loving person he was, there were very few times in his life that Arthur Davenport found himself feeling nostalgic. But as he looked out into the ocean, hands gripping steel rails before him, he just couldn’t help it. The way the waves were crashing down against the wooden dock beneath his feet, the way the wind was blowing in his hair, the way the salty ocean smell was filling his nostrils, it was all too familiar for Art not to feel that way. 

It’d been ages since he’d last stepped foot on the dock he was on-or even in the country he was in. He’d done his best to stay away from Dublin since…since he’d last visited Alex here and officially ended things with him. Art closed his eyes tight and lowered his chin to his chest at just the thought of his estranged lover. He knew, and he completely understood the older man’s duties as the man of his family. He understood, blood before anything else and that Alexander’s decision to move back to Ireland permanently was completely justified, but dammit, to this day, so many months later it still hurt. I had the perfect life going for me after him. I had a good job, a nice home, I had Mason, I had everything but…but it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t Alex. And Art knew deep in his heart, no matter how many times he’d insisted that he’d moved on and that he was fine, he’d still give up all that in a heartbeat to get back what he once had with a certain Irish Hufflepuff Astronomy Professor.

Art raised his head and opened his eyes again. Flecks of color flashed before his vision for a moment before clearing up and he began feeling a dull throbbing in his hands. He looked to them and realized his grip on the rail had tightened to the point where his knuckles were white. He released the cold metal with a snap and stood up straight. He took a deep breath and ran both hands through his hair, the fleeting feeling returning to his stomach. Ever since he’d left Hogwarts to take a break from all the chaos surrounding him, he’d been plagued with a feeling in the pit of his stomach, as though something was slipping through his fingers and if he wasn’t constantly on the move, he’d lose it. He just didn’t know what that something was. Dammit, he was supposed to be on this break to relax and gather himself, not stress out even more! Should have chosen another place to visit then instead of the one place that holds the most memories for you, the rational half of his mind told him. The irrational half said, and had been saying since he step foot on Irish ground, go find him.

Deciding that the air was getting a bit too stuffy for him despite the wide open space to breathe, Art turned away from the rail and the ocean view, turned his collar against the wind, stuffed his hands into his pockets and with his eyes to the ground, began walking off at full speed. Hoping maybe if he moved with enough force and speed, he’d be able to leave that feeling in his gut behind. What he didn’t expect however, was to run into something just a dozen or so steps into his power walk. He’d gained quite a bit of momentum, so colliding with something shook him up a bit and caused him to take a step back. He looked up and found that he hadn’t collided with something, rather someone. His eyes darted from short brown hair, to light ginger stubble, pink lips and piercing grey eyes. And suddenly, as the features came together in his mind, Art’s heart stopped completely and he could do nothing but stare up at ever so painfully familiar face of Alexander Tomlin.

 Knife met wood and Alex was in Eden. His head followed the path of the blade as if carving the wand was a musical feat, and it was. Wand making was probably the only thing that kept Alex sane.

It had been a little over four months since he left his position as Astronomy professor at Hogwarts to care for his mother. She had a stroke and for a while he thought it was going to be for the worst, so he packed her up and moved back to Ireland. Just in case…He didn’t want her to go anywhere but home. It was a good thing leaving Hogwarts and the Ministry and everything in the long run. His mother recovered a month later, though bedridden, and she would have insisted on going back to work at the Ministry. Alex wasn’t going to have that one bit. He allowed her to communicate with the Ministry and work from home, but she was not to leave the house. As for himself, Alex had been keeping himself busy with wand making and frequent trips to the stratosphere. He was happy. For the most part.

At the moment, Alex kind of hated himself. Guilt plagued his mind as he shaped the piece of wood in his hands. He missed Art. The thought hadn’t fully entered his mind like that four weeks. It hit him hard and he threw the tools in his hand and stood up, sending his desk toppling over. He paced the floor, rubbing his roughened hands together nervously. He hadn’t seen Art in a while and he was beginning to feel as if leaving was a mistake. He missed the way he felt when he was with Art. Hell, he missed the way Art felt. His mother told him about how bad it hurt to lose the people you love, but he didn’t think it would feel like this. Like he flew just too high into the stars and just watched calmly as he slowly stopped breathing. And it got colder. And colder until he couldn’t feel anymore. It didn’t take long for him to fall into a routine. Caring for his mother, making wands, all of it over and over again. His life was boring without Art.

A list was on the fridge when he sulked out of his work room. They needed cabbage. Alex threw on a scarf and locked the door on his way out. He picked up smoking since he’d left school. Thirty-five years without a cigarette and now it’s as if he’d been doing it all his life. It wasn’t as cold as he expected it to be, but he was glad for the scarf. The wind picked up and he hugged himself. His thoughts flew between Arthur and school. He missed all of it. But he wouldn’t be going back any time soon. That was the worst part of it. He couldn’t go back now that his mother was sick and her health didn’t seem to want to pick up. He wanted to take care of her; in fact that’s all he’s ever wanted to do.

He was abruptly interrupted when a person ran into him. He thought he’d been clipped by a bike, they’d been moving so fast. He immediately recognized the shape of the man before he turned around. His breath got quick and he instinctively threw the cigarette over the rail of the bridge. It can’t be. He thought, trying his hardest not to hyperventilate. When Art looked him in the eye, Alex turned away and fought back tears.

“Fuck, Art.” He faced him again, wondering if he’d made a mistake, but no. There he was.

“I…uhh…what are you doing here?” He didn’t know what else to say. He had no experience with this and he was focusing all his energy on not kissing him like he wanted to.

Art hardly registered Alex flick his wrist towards the edge of the bridge. Hell, he could barely even feel the cold air around him anymore. All he could think of, see and hear was Alex. The words coming out of the older man’s mouth didn’t even process. His mind simply clung to the sound of his deep, slightly hoarse voice. The voice he hadn’t heard in what seemed like ages. Art wasn’t sure if it was the cold air or the man before him that brought a stinging warmth to his eyes, but he quickly looked down and swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in his throat. 

His mind wandered back to Alex’s words and pulling himself together, he looked back up at his old friend. He blinked a few times, took a deep breath and kept his eyes everywhere but at Alex’s. “What am I doing here? Well, in the span of about four months I’ve somehow managed to completely fuck up my entire existence-” Art broke off as the lump returned to his throat. Oh he had messed up so badly. He didn’t even know who he was anymore. Since when did he curse in front of Alex like that? Since when did he speak in such a sarcastic, bitter tone and since when did he fall apart in the smallest situations? This isn’t a small situation, this is Alex. My Alex…my Alexander Tomlin. Art sighed and forced himself to look up into Alex’s eyes, “I just really….really fell apart after…” he paused and thought about what he was about to say. He didn’t want to, in any way make Alex feel responsible for anything, but he felt the need to just let it out and say, “I fell apart after you left. I’m still not really sure what happened after that, but um…things happened, I kind of… lost who I am, as they like to say in cliche English” Art’s voice had picked up. He was speaking extremely quickly in an uncharacteristically jittery way as to to suppress any kind of emotion from entering his mind because he knew, if he let the slightest bit of emotion slip out, he was going to lose it. “I did a lot of stupid things, had a break down, realized what I was doing was wrong and then left my comfort zone to find myself again!” Art stretched his arms out to gesture to the open space around them. The smile was hardly and forcibly plastered onto his face. But very quickly he felt it falter. Art let his arms drop and stuffed his hands into his pockets again. He bowed his chin to his chest and thought for a moment before speaking again. “Things have been hard….and lonely…” he spoke quietly. “And I’ve missed you, Lexi” he whispered. He wasn’t even sure if Alex could hear it or not, but speaking the old nickname again, he felt a small jolt of pain in his heart.

He looked up into those piercing grey eyes and simply drank in the sight of them for a moment. And then suddenly, without even thinking twice, Art gave into the overwhelming emotion building up in the pit of his stomach and took a quick step forward. He practically threw his arms around Alex’s neck and buried his nose against the older man’s scarf, inhaling deeply the all too familiar scent. The vague smell of smoke reached his nose, but he ignored it and took in the warmth of Alex’s body against his. And for the first time in months, if even for a second, Art felt completely at peace.

“I missed you so much, Lex.”

LEAST ANNOYING TEACHER
      ↳  arthur davenport

The pleasure is all mine, I suppose! Haha!

thenextfredweasley:

artofmagic:

BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF BOTTLED UP FRUSTRATION TOWARDS YOU AND I CONSTANTLY LOOK FOR WAYS TO LET THEM OUT SO NOW HERE I AM SCREAMING CAUSE MOST OF THE TIME YOU MAKE ME WANNA RIP MY HAIR OUT.

ESPECIALLY TIMES WHEN YOU GET YOUR ASS KICKED BY MY HIPPOGRIFF AND GET ME THIS CLOSE TO BEING PUT ON TRIAL AND LOSING MY BLOODY JOB, WEASLEY.

._______.

Why are you gonna lose your job?

Because, Fred, Sprinkles is my responsibility and he hurt you therefore that is also my responsibility. Legally.

milesandmilesofhunter:

artofmagic:

I would have totally gone straight for her….ok no I wouldn’t, but you get the point. She was amazing, she was…

Didn’t you guys kiss once? I distinctly remember this happening.

I’m sure she’s still amazing, Artie :3

Kiss….yeah ok. Sure…we’ll leave it at that then. Ehm, yeah. Spin the bottle gone out of control. And she only did it cause she thought I was gay and she wanted to make you jealous

You should call her up some time! Keep in touch. Ever since that one near death experience of yours like 3 years ago I feel like you’ve just…forgotten her…

thenextfredweasley:

artofmagic:

THIS IS NOT THE MAIN ISSUE HERE, FRED.

IT IS TOO BECAUSE IF THEY WEREN’T DATING WE WOULDN’T BE STANDING HERE SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER.

WHICH THEY AREN’T SO WHY ARE WE SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER?

BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF BOTTLED UP FRUSTRATION TOWARDS YOU AND I CONSTANTLY LOOK FOR WAYS TO LET THEM OUT SO NOW HERE I AM SCREAMING CAUSE MOST OF THE TIME YOU MAKE ME WANNA RIP MY HAIR OUT.

ESPECIALLY TIMES WHEN YOU GET YOUR ASS KICKED BY MY HIPPOGRIFF AND GET ME THIS CLOSE TO BEING PUT ON TRIAL AND LOSING MY BLOODY JOB, WEASLEY.

thenextfredweasley:

artofmagic:

Cause he’s with Serena. And her dad is a high class auror who has an armory of muggle weapons in his basement and is INSANELY protective of his only kid?

………

JAMES IS WITH SERENA?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?

THIS IS NOT THE MAIN ISSUE HERE, FRED.

thenextfredweasley:

artofmagic:

If I recall properly, YOU stole it from him. And now he’ll die a slow painful death at the hands of my cousin. See what you’ve done, Weasley?

What the fuck are you talking about?

I had Molly put it back in his trunk after I got sent to the Hospital Wing…

And why would he die at the hands of your cousin anyway?

Cause he’s with Serena. And her dad is a high class auror who has an armory of muggle weapons in his basement and is INSANELY protective of his only kid?

thenextfredweasley:

artofmagic:

Oh yeah totally. He’s out to get you. I snuck him into the castle without a soul noticing, didn’t you know?

…I knew it.

MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS! 

Nah, he won’t. Maybe Grandma Molly.

……..that might quite POSSIBLY be worse. Maybe O.O