That’s enough for now
He should have never left you broken
He would have held you
Two words are all it takes for Mason to go off on him. He knows his friend has been exceptionally temperamental lately, but the two words just slip out of his mouth and instantly Mason is screaming so loud Art almost flinches. But just as fast as Mason starts, he stops and his face contorts to an expression of pain before he whispers a shaky explanation for his behavior, “He called me old man.” He opens his mouth again to utter some kind of apology, but Art stops him and pulls him into a close embrace instead. “Shhh” he whispers, threading his fingers through short, spiky locks of hair as Mason’s shoulders start shaking and small noises begin escaping his lips. “Sh, that’s enough, Mace” he says softly, trying to stop and soothe the older man at the same time. And all he can think as he does so is how heartbroken Dexter D’Angelo would be to see this.
“Um…and then I can be your best man although Adrian might want to fight me about that one” Art said, placing another bit of chocolate into his mouth. He broke a piece of the bar in his hand and reached it over towards Mason, who was laying next to him except on his stomach.
“I don’t want” Mason muttered grumpily.
“That’s a lie, you love muggle chocolate, here” Art said, forcing the bit between Mason’s lips. Mason then not only took the chocolate but lightly bit Art’s finger too.
“Ow” Art shrieked, shoving Mason on the shoulder. “That was not nice.”
“You’re not nice” Mason shoved Art right back on the shoulder.
“Nonsense, I am the nicest human alive” Art put a little more into his push this time.
“Nuh uh, you’re a meanie” Mason insisted, poking Art in the side. Art made a rather unmasculine noise and jumped, causing him to fall off the edge of Mason’s bed, but not before he grabbed Mason’s arm and brought the older man crashing to the floor with him.
The result was both of them bursting into laughter and Art smiling genuinely up at him with a, “You were starting to scare me for a second there. Thought you forgot how to show the world that beautiful smile, old boy.”
Considering how early it is in their relationship, Art is still a bit unsure about it. He’s a bit afraid of how things will turn out with Mason, especially so soon after Alex. But after cracking his eyes open in the morning and seeing Mason staring at him with a stupid smile on his face, after walking out of his flat wearing one of Mason’s shirts instead of his own and not realizing it till they’re standing in a coffee shop and Mason is ordering his coffee for him, just the way he likes it, Art is sure he must be doing something right. He can’t help but smile when Mason walks over to him with the hot cup of coffee, cinnamon flavored with three sugars, and asks him where he wants to spend their day off.
Art decides to bring him to a muggle park that his dad used to bring him to when he was younger. And of course like the five year old he is at heart, he makes for the swings first, nicking one from a kid that isn’t looking. He sets his coffee cup a few feet beside him and begins pushing himself lightly with the tips of his toes. “Dad used to bring me here when I was little” he says to Mason, who starts walking behind him. “My feet didn’t even reach the ground back then, you know” he laughs as he feels Mason’s palms against his back.
Art sighed once again as he looked to the wall clock on the other side of the cafe. Mason was only a minute or two late, but Art was never much of a waiter and the seconds seemed to drag on. His fingers tapped impatiently against the round table he was sitting at and before him sat two cups of still steaming coffee. He knew Mason’s coffee order down to the number of sugars like the back of his hand so ordering for his best mate wasn’t a problem at all. Now all he had to do was wait for said mate to show up. It was somewhat his fault too considering he’d chosen a muggle cafe to meet at instead of the usual pub where they usually met up. And even though he was in the mood for a beer or two, he wasn’t in any way ready to do anything stupid while drunk around Mason again so a nice decent cafe it was. He wasn’t sure if it was just him, but he felt as though he and Mason were still a bit on the rocks with their friendship and the last thing he wanted to do right now was something stupid and out of control. Art exhaled deeply and rubbed a few fingers against his forehead; he seemed to be doing a lot of stupid things lately and they were really starting to cost him.
Just then the sound of the door squeaking open reached his ears and looking up, Art saw the tall, broad shouldered form of none other than his best friend entering the cafe. “Oi, over here, Vera” he winked, raising a hand. He and his friend smiled simultaneously. Art stood as Mason approached the table and hugged him closely, “You’re breaking my heart, Mace. Four minutes late? What’s wrong with you?” he joked as he released the older man and sat back down. “Here” he said, sliding one of the cups over to Mason’s side of the table, “Sit down and tell me where the hell you’ve been, ey?” he said, a genuine smile on his face the entire time.
What is this fuckery. Where ever are you hiding out, mate?
Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
I dive in at the deep end
You become my best friend
I wanna love you
But I don’t know if I can
I know something is broken
And I’m trying to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way I can-X&Y,Coldplay
His heart isn’t in it and Art knows it from the start.
None of it is real and from the second he speaks that first “I love you” he knows he’s lying. He doesn’t lie on purpose or even fake it on purpose. It’s all a natural reaction to all the loss he’s been feeling. His mind and body trying to fill the hole Alexander left. He instantly gravitates towards the attention that’s given to him and to an extent he does feel guilty, feel bad because he can see that Mason’s heart is in it. He can see the way the older man’s eyes light up around him and it makes him feel terrible because Mason’s eyes have always lit up that way. For as long as he can remember, since they were young Mason has always been there to catch him when he fell. So why was it that his heart still yearns, calls out and screams for the man that left him instead of the one that has and probably always will be there to pick up the pieces and look after him?
It doesn’t make sense so Art just carries on and does what he thinks he should be doing, and that’s moving on. Moving on, being happy and loving the man that loves him. Of course he doesn’t doubt for a second that Alex loves him too. And that’s the exact thought that holds Art back. Doesn’t allow him to put his all into the relationship and give himself to Mason completely. The thought that Alex hasn’t stopped loving him. The fact that there still is a small chance that somehow their paths may cross again, Alex might actually mend his broken heart once more the way he did when they first began dating. Maybe.
It’s wrong, what Art is doing and he knows it but he can’t stop because he knows that if he does, if Mason leaves him, if he becomes alone, he’ll break. And Art simply can’t take being broken again. It’s funny how selfish a Gryffindor can become when push comes to shove. It pains him and he spends many nights on his own because he just can’t stand what he’s doing.
Mason is his best friend. His best mate. His oldest and most trusted companion. He doesn’t deserve this one sided relationship and Art knows it. But then he closes his eyes and images of a certain brown haired, navy blue eyed former Hufflepuff flashes before his eyes. Art can still practically feel Alex’s arms around him as he sees them. He can feel those strong arms holding him from behind, hands clasped lazily around his waist. He can feel a lightly stubbled cheek brushing against his before a kiss is pressed to his jawline. He can feel the warmth and hear the laughter. All the drinks and dreams. He can still sense Alex within himself and feel their relationship still taking up a mound of space in his heart, aching and waiting to be reformed and released. And then suddenly, he doesn’t care what he’s doing anymore. Suddenly, all he wants to do is smile and forget. He wants to love and be loved in return, or at least…at least pretend.
So he turns around and leaves the observatory deck of the Astronomy Tower and returns home to Mason’s flat where he hadn’t hesitated to move in at all. He climbs into bed in the dark and feels the warmth of Mason’s body as it instantly moves close to him. And when the older man smiles at him, Art can’t understand for the life of him how someone can not love him. He gives so much and expects so little in return. Art guesses he’s just abnormal. But that’s nothing new.
He sleeps in Mason’s arm, close so he can feel the warmth all night. So he can feel, so he can pretend he’s healing and so he can pretend everything is alright.
But mostly, so everything stops hurting.
Don’t say a word
Just come over and lie here with me
Cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see
I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe
There I just said it
I’m scared you’ll forget about meEdge of Desire-John Mayer
“Hey, shh, look at me, Mace, look at me. Just take a deep breath, ok, sweetheart, it’s alright”
The rest of the people, scattered about the bar’s parking lot are mostly grateful for Art’s soft coos and the affect they have on the man he’s speaking to. Art himself is more than a little bit relieved when Mason’s offensive posture slacks and the older man begins to lean forward against him.
“There we go” he whispers, taking his hands off of Mason’s shoulders and placing them on the older man’s cheeks. “You alright? Can we head back to your place now so I can take a look at you and make sure nothing’s broken, you old fool?”
Mason nods quickly, keeping his eyes low, swallowing and allowing Art to press their foreheads together.
“Good” Art whispers as Mason moves his head to rest his chin on Art’s shoulder. Art accepts the request for an embrace and holds Mason close, arms around the older man’s neck. “It’s ok” he speaks to no one in particular. “We’ll go home. Just give me one second, ok?” He slowly releases Mason and turns around. He feels Mason keep a firm hand at his shoulder to keep balance and remain standing. “Listen, mate” Art says in the most sincere voice he can sum up to the mean standing a few feet away from him. The man, equal in height and build to Mason, looks just as, if not more beaten up than the Divinations professor and his friends seem more than ready to have a go at putting Art in the same state. “I am so sorry about the car. I’ll-here, this should cover it” Art speaks quickly, reaching into his pocket for his wallet and fishing out a good some of bills from it. “And you know what, if you wanna get that looked at too” Art points at the stranger’s bleeding forehead and blackening eye and pulls a few more bills from his wallet, “There’s a hospital just down the block. Here.” He holds out the bills to the man who is at first hesitant, maybe even afraid that Mason will jump forward from behind Art.
“Again, I am so sorry about my friend” Art says as he reaches back and pulls Mason’s arm around his shoulder so the older man can lean on him properly. “We’ll be out of your hair now, then…” When the man nor his friends protests, Art tightens his grip around Mason and begins pulling the older man away. He’s quick to reach an alley where he can apparate them back to Mason’s flat. Before he makes the apparition, Mason, who hasn’t complained thus far, lets out a pained mutter of, “I thought Gryffindors weren’t supposed to back away from fights like that.”
Art doesn’t respond to the statement till they are safely in Mason’s bedroom. “They’re also supposed to keep their friends alive and have a moral compass that doesn’t let them harm muggles too” he grumbles as he helps Mason to the bed. He hears the older man’s sharp intakes of breath as he attempts to get comfortable on the bed. “Why did you have to go and fight the guy anyway, hm?” he asks in a bit of an irritated tone.
“Cause I was angry and I needed to let it out somehow” Mason half shrugs as Art examines him, looking over the dried blood on his face and knuckles. Art rolls his eyes upon hearing this statement. “Mason, you are unbelievable” he sighs, beginning to walk away. He is stopped though, as Mason reaches out a hand and takes a hold of his wrist. “Don’t go.”
The plea makes Art’s features soften. “I’m just going to get some rubbing alcohol and band aids” he informs tiredly.
“Don’t.” The grip on his wrist tightens a bit and upon looking into Mason’s eyes, Art can’t help but sigh again. He climbs over Mason, onto the bed and lays down next to the older man with another heavy sigh. “You should be in the hospital wing right now. The way you were limping, something important could be hurt.”
“I don’t care.”
“You’re a child, Mason” Art says as he turns his head to look at his friend. “A complete child.”
Ignoring Art’s berating statements completely, Mason’s voice cracks into a whisper halfway through his next few words, “Stay with me?”
“Always.”
I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
I’m lucky we’re in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home somedayLucky-Jason Mraz&Colbie Calliat
It is like healing and Art likes it. It’s like starting all over except with someone that knows him better than he knows himself and he certainly likes that bit. It’s like being able to breathe again and not only does Art like it, but so does his heart.
His heart finally feels content and this is what makes Art smile first thing in the morning when he’s reclining from a massive stretch and upon turning his head to the side sees Mason out cold next to him with an arm and a leg hanging off the bed. Strangely enough, one of the older man’s arms is also still draped around his this waist and Art likes this too.
“Hey” he pokes Mason in the side with his knee and watches as the older man shifts away while making unearthly moans of discontent. “Wake up” he tries again, this time with a broader smile on his face.
Mason blinks once, twice, and then moves his face closer to Art’s with a sleepy smile on his face. Art is grinning by now; he loves good morning kisses.
He loves them when they’re actually good morning kisses and not just Mason moving his face closer only to end up yawning in Art’s face at the very last second.
“Dear God, have mercy, watch where you aim that morning breath. Jesus” Art cries out, pushing his palms against Mason’s chest and moving away from the older man.
“Morning breath?” Mason raises a brow. He then lifts himself up onto his side, hovers over Art real closes and breathes, “Oh, you mean this morning breath?”
“Agh, yes, that!” Art shouts and ducks away from Mason. “Man, waitta get me out of bed, and here I was trying to shove you out” he grumbles, rolling off the bed and barely landing on his feet. He stumbles away from the bed and heads for the bathroom of Mason’s flat, scratching his unruly hair and not bothering to put anything on. He’s about halfway to the bathroom when he turns back. “Well, come on, hurry up!” he gestures over. “I promised your fifth years you’d actually show up to your morning class today!”
Art watches Mason smile from the bed and thinks it’s beautiful. He vocalizes this opinion and before he knows it, his best friend is on his feet, just an inch from his face. And this time when Mason comes close, Art knows it’s real. So he just closes his eyes, and lets the healing process of this morning begin.
#oh dear #i love u two #make babies please
This is funny for reasons.
LOL.
COULD’VE HAD IT AAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
I guess the ones in bold remind me the most of the ship so yeah…Enjoy! :)
Lorolet:
Viocan:
StanPort:
TomPort:
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
To say that Art had overslept would be an understatement. Mason was supposed to come over in less than 15 minutes and here he was, just gotten out of bed in the bathroom, shaving at record speed. He found it quite necessary before his shower considering he looked like a bit of a mess that morning. Art was sure he still hadn’t recovered entirely from his and Miles’ night out in the club for his birthday and looked like hell so shaving would do him some good. He was in quite a bit of a rush when he heard a knock on the front door.
And that would be Mason. Art sighed and reached for the bathroom door knob and realized a little too late that both his hands were covered in shaving cream. He rolled his eyes, wiped his hands across his bare torso and exited the bathroom
Art laughed as he heard Mason call into the house. He was glad to hear the comfortable tone in his friend’s voice again. He’d missed it quite dearly. He jogged out of the bathroom and approached his friend. “Well then, welcome home, love” he winked and with his face still covered in shaving cream, gave Mason a light peck on what meant to be his cheek, but ended up being the edge of his mouth. He grinned as he stepped back and saw the load of shaving cream that he’d gotten all over Mason’s face now.
“Haha, give me a sec, will ya, let me go get this stuff of my face an er…” he looked down at his the rest of himself “everywhere else too real fast.” Art began heading back for the bathroom. “Make yourself at home, though I’m warning you, Regan’s in the living room. I’m lemur-sitting him for a bit cause Alex is out on a Hogsmeade run so” Art stopped at the door of the bathroom and looked back at Mason. “Be nice and do try not to kill each other in the five minute it takes me to get back, yeah? He’s a nice little fellow. Don’t try to eat him either” Art winked one more time and ducked back into the bathroom to get himself cleaned up and changed as fast as he could before someone caught the house on fire.
Mason couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his best friend covered in shaving cream. “Adorable as ever, right love?” he said, he smiled when Art kissed him, how much he missed that kind of touch, yea it was a friendly touch but still it made Mason’s heart happy. “Take your time!” He walked into the kitchen and took a dishcloth to take away the shaving cream of his face. A sighed escaped from his lip as Art mention the skunk’s pet, that meant they’ve talked again, that they saw watch other again and Mason’s blood boiled with jealousy, he took a deep breath and calmed himself. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t do anything” He said, walking around Art’s flat.
Everything was just as he remembered, just a few things had changed since his last visit, just as he expected. He heard a noise and turned around with a frown. “There you are” he murmured, looking at the lemur in the other side of the room. “You’re Reagan, tight?” Mason walked closer to the animal. “Look at me talking to an animal” he shook his head and stretch out his arm to touch the lemur. “You’re kinda…cute, not like your owner, no, he is fugly” he laughed and started caressing the soft fur on the lemurs head. “Fugly as hell, but well…Mother nature can make everyone good looking, right?” Mason sat on the couch and the lemur followed him, standing on his lap. “You like me?” he asked to the animal, the lemur just looked at him. “Well, I’m awesome so it’s doesn’t surprise me” he shrugged and started playing with Regan, a smile on his face, he liked the lemur, yet he didn’t like his owner.
Alexander Tomlin. The name just made his smile fade away, he hated the guy, he really did and it was only because he knew Art loved the skunk and not him. A sigh escaped from his lips. “Hey, Regan…can you tell your owner to…you know, get away from the love of my life?” he asked in a whisper, the lemur just made lemur sounds. “That’s a no?” again the lemur made some noises. “Then tell him to…tell him not to fuck shit up again, will ya?” he asked, even when he knew the lemur didn’t understand what he was saying.
Art cleaned himself up in record time. Mostly because he knew Mason wasn’t cruel or anything, but leaving him in the same premises as Alex’s pet might have quite possibly ended him up with either a dead best friend or a dead lemur, neither of which he wanted. He was quick to clean up his face, take a quick shower and throw on a skin tight t-shirt and a fitting pair of jeans before rushing out of the bathroom. His hair was still a bit wet, dripping water onto his shirt, but he didn’t mind very much.
He walked into the living room, towel in hand rubbing at his hair and was quite surprised at the sight that awaited him. He hung back at the doorway and watched Reagan seated on Mason’s lap, in animated conversation. Mason spoke the to lemur and the animal would respond in a language entirely of his own. The sight was quite heart warming, really.
“If you don’t mind, Reagan” Art said, clearing his throat and finally pushing himself off the door frame after some time, “I’d like my best friend back. If that isn’t too much of a problem for you that is.” He smiled and walked over to the couch, plopping down on the couch next to Mason. “I just filled up your bowl, buddy” he spoke to Reagan, “So if you wanna go on and feat in the kitchen, knock yourself out.” Reagan straightened up and bounded out of the room in a heartbeat. Art chuckled and turned back to Mason, “I’m proud of you, Mace” he grinned at his friend. “You didn’t kill him!” he laughed, tossing the towel in his hand over the coffee table in front of him to the other couch.
“I really need to buy myself a hair dryer” he muttered to himself. “But then again if I bought a hair dryer I couldn’t do this” and with that Art leaned closer to Mason and shook his head, scattering drops of water all over his friend. He looked back up to Mason with a grin.
“So how exactly have you been, mate?” Art asked brightly. “You sort of disappeared after Lex came back and I know you wanna slit his throat and all but d’ya really have to avoid me for that?” He pouted a tiny bit, “Ya really have to go and forget me?” Art made himself comfortable and crossed his legs underneath himself. He played with the bracelet on his right wrist while he waited for an answer from the friend that the item was a gift from. “Oh and while we’re at it” Art said suddenly, “It is Friday night and I am not sitting in my flat like a lonely looser, you understand? Where are you taking me, hm?” Art raised a brow with a smile. Truth was he just wanted to get out of the chaos of Hogwarts for a bit. Just wanted a drink and just wanted to be with his closest and most trusted friend for some time.
They never ceased to amuse him, the different images and patterns floating about on the ceiling of the Great Hall, dancing around the levitating lights. They were currentnly unlit though due to the bright sunlight shining through the massive glass windows.
Art tipped his head back so the glowing warmth touched his neck. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply the hemely scent of the silent, empty hall. He was currently seated on the Gryffindor table, the actual stone of the table pressing into his back. His elbows were on the table behind him, allowing him to lean back against them. His legs were spread wide and he was more than relaxed. He opened his eyes and looked forward to where the Slytherin table was. It was much farther away than it usually would have been only because Art had moved it for the purpose of what he was there to do.
He turned his head and looked down the Gryffindor table to where a black ipon dock sat, a touch screen ipon sitting inside of it. Art still had trouble figuring out the birthday present from Chelsea almost seven months ago. Even more so when it was paired up with Sophia’s gift of the ipod touch. Art swore, his sisters-in-law were doing this to him on purpose. Thank God for magic, or else they would have gone to complete waste.
Art stood up with a deep sigh, popping a few joints loudly as he did so. He walked to the center of the large empty floor between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables. He warmed himself up with a stretch or two before switching the ipod and dock on with a flick of his fingers.
A soft instrumental piano song began playing. Art listened to it and allowed it to echo through the hall for a moment before he assumed standard slow dance posture. He placed his hands in the air before himself where they would have been if he was actually dancing with a partner and began swaying to the music. Art closed his eyes and began feeling the music all around himself. He moved his feet in steps to the rhythm as though someone was there with him, holding him and partnering the art of his dance. His speed and movement increased, decreased and crescendoed with the music. He wasn’t wearing appropriate shoes for the dance, which was why his high top black and white converse shoes-more birthday presents from the muggle end of his family-squeaked loudly against the floors when he dragged them too quick. But that didn’t stop him. It didn’t even bother him the slightest bit. He was focused on the music and it alone, letting it fill him and move him.
He’d danced to this song so many times with so many people in the past that it always revoked emotion in him. He’d been in love with it from the moment he’d first heard it and danced with Amanda to it at Adrian’s wedding. And then danced to it again in a pub with Mattie and again at Trevin’s wedding. He’d danced to it at the Yule Ball during their slow dance moments with some close bright and beautiful young ladies and with Alex as well. He’d danced to it many times on his own just the way he was now and it’d become more of a warm up dance for him than anything else. It relaxed him and kept him brushed up.
His fluid movements only stopped when the music faded and the song ended. It was only when he heard the last note of piano that he exhaled deeply and opened his eyes. Stormy grey eyes hidden behind green contacts fell upon the main doors of the Great Hall, where a more than familiar tall, broad shouldered Irishman leaning against the doorway and smiled.
“Hey” he breathed with a borad grin “Dance is in two days, Macey! You ready to learn how to dance?”
The WHOOOOOOLE time I was just staring at Jim, Saoirse and Colin just thinking, awzzzz they’re bffs X)
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