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cris • tee • nuh (

cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2009-08-05 01:46:00

+++henryflavors

henry
happy ✢ angry ✠ sad ϟ concerned ☁ scared crying ✌ jealous ☺ first crush ★ regret ღ innocent birth ♦ betrayed ☄ best friend ☮ content ʊ traumatized death ☯ drunk ✿ flustered ☾ bitchy ✓ parental first year ✦ hogwarts ∞ deathly hallows ♣ family ❂ giddy
	giddy His heart was pounding in his ears, but how he could hear the beats at all was beyond Henry. The stadium was filled with fans and---okay, okay, most of them, probably 99% of them were there to catch a glimpse of the pro players that would show up and randomly intervene in the celebrity match, but---but they'd cheered when he'd scored that goal and---it was exhilarating, it was beyond amazing, and now he understood why his brother and his other clients could grow such big egos because he felt like a bloody king for those few precious seconds. And then they'd won! Henry had nearly fallen off his broom in excitement, and had crashed into a celebratory group hug in the middle of the pitch. The grin on his face was making his cheeks ache, and he'd bounded off the pitch and down to the locker room where their friends and family were waiting with shouts of enthusiasm and glee. "You can fly, bro!" Seth let out loudly, grabbing Henry and pounding him hard on the back, "Holy shit, dude! Where've you been hiding all these years?" All Henry could do was laugh and smile, unable to produce words at how great he felt. He'd forgotten what it was to soar at high speeds and to not have to sit and watch the game. Merlin's Beard, and to think! He almost hadn't accepted the offer to play, the only reason he'd been up on that broom was----was standing off the side of the crowd, avoiding the cameras and pressing herself shyly up against the wall as if wanting to disappear. Heidi sent Henry a small wave, and he slipped out from under his brother's arm ("He gets it all from me, used to practice when---oy!"). With a blazing look in his eyes, Henry crossed the locker room and grabbed onto Heidi's hand to pull her to him and kiss her as hard as he ever had. He bent into her, his arm easily coming around her to keep their balance as they curved against each other. Henry would never have come up with the nerves to get on that field if Heidi hadn't been there to support him, to tell him how excited she was to see him play, so---so--he'd deal with the hooting and hollering from his brother, because right now he needed to kiss his girl and thank her for this amazing night. return to top
	best friend Henry’s lips twisted, his eyes squinting behind his glasses. Well. This wasn’t going to go well at all. He dared a look at his friend, and was almost relieved to see that Gaspard’s expression mirrored his. Almost relieved, because the fact that his friend looked absolutely dumbfounded was not a very good thing. His eyes jumped away from Gaspard and back to the very intimidating wall that stood before them. To three-quarters of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this was just another set of stones that held up the castle. To Gaspard, Henry, and the rest of Slytherin house, it was their entrance way to the common room and their dorms. And their beds. “Salazar?” Henry ventured for a guess at the password. The wall stayed in place, and he let out a quick breath from his nose. Bother. “The one night we’re out past curfew,” Gaspard hissed, crossing his arms and turning to look down the corridor. Filch would definitely be on the prowl by now, and it would not do to get detention from the care-taker. He had been finding it amusing to have students give Mrs. Norris pedicures, and no one came unscathed from those. “The one night, and the bloody password changes.” “Maybe someone will come out,” Henry offered, but Gaspard looked dubious. The only reason they had been out was because they shared a common interest: Gryffindor girls. Delilah and Maggie had invited the two boys up to their dormitory, but their plot had been foiled by a staircase that turned into a slide at the touch of a boy’s foot. Of course, fumbling down like fools had been a definite turn off, so the girls announced that they were just going to head to bed, and the boys were left unsatisfied as they trudged back to their own dorms. “We can’t stay here all night,” Gaspard let out, and he kicked the wall for good measure. Henry could feel the wards on the stones grow agitated and he backed away. Well. They couldn’t just sit down and fall asleep here, how ruddy embarrassing would that be? Getting locked out of the dorms after not getting shagged would make them laughing stocks of the entire House. Henry tugged on the collar of his cloak, straightening it from the awkward position the trip down the slide had put it in, “If we’re going to get caught out of bed, we may as well be doing something fun.” “I was going to be doing something fun,” Gaspard moaned, dropping his head against the stone wall with a thunk, “I was going to be doing Maggie Brand, I was, I was!” Henry could feel his friend’s pain (literally, there was nothing worse than thinking you were going to get snogged and having it literally pulled out from under your feet), and he needed a plan of action. They were not going to whine about their lack of a good night. He reached out and grabbed Gaspard’s sleeve, “Come on.” “No, I’m going to keep bashing my head into the wall until I forget about how stupid this whole night’s been,” Gaspard whined, but he didn’t fight against Henry’s pull, though he did have to shuffle his feet to catch up, “Where the hell are we going?” “It’s one a.m. on a Friday night,” Henry said, letting go of Gaspard and sending his friend a grin, “If there aren’t some girls wandering about, we’ve been wasting our time here at this school.” “That is a true statement.” Gaspard immediately seemed on board for this dangerous late night mission, and he quickened his pace, slapping Henry’s shoulder in approval, “Let’s head to Ravenclaw, these Gryffindor girls are proving to be a bit too dense for my liking.” Henry smiled wickedly, “Works for me.” return to top

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