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Wells always liked to start the day off with a workout. It always cleared his head. He was lucky that he had found someone just as crazy as him to join him most days. Ashe Mitchell had made quite the impression on him their freshman year. They were fast friends from the get go and it definitely made choosing a roommate easy.

The two chatted on their jog but Wells's mind was elsewhere. It had been six months since Lucy Layne Emmons dumped the Quidditch star to start her internship with the Ministry of Magic. She had told him she felt like he didn't really love her, just the idea of her. The more time that passed the more Wells felt like maybe she was right. It was an adjustment without her. His fanbase took the breakup as a chance to each make their move. Wells didn't always feel worthy of their love. If they knew how he was really feeling would they still like him?

Shaking the dark thoughts that were invading his ritual, Wells let out a laugh as Ashe continued to complain about the schedule. The captain hadn't required workouts yet. He was going to meet with the team in the next week or so to figure out where everyone was physically. But he liked to humor Ashe. [b [#cc0000 "Hey whether I'm getting laid or not doesn't change the fact that you're getting soft."]] He teased flexing his biceps at the other boy before sprinting ahead of him.

Once he was a strides ahead of Ashe, Wells came to a stop breathing heavily. Wiping the sweat from his brow with his shirt, he caught sight of a familiar pair. Two Hufflepuffs were sitting on the lawn chatting happily. His eyes rested on the smaller brunette. Wells memorized the boy's features. His eyes were the prettiest blue he had ever seen. He couldn't believe how long the boy's eyelashes were. The girls had to be envious. Wells liked how Camden smiles with his whole face. It was refreshing.

Wells followed Ashe as he approached the two and made himself comfortable. He liked that about the Gryffindor. His movements were so natural. Wells was almost jealous. [i Almost.]

Taking a seat in the grass out of the way of Ashe and his inability to practice boundaries, he turned to Camden with a smile. He ignored as his Beater as he was wrestled to the ground by the other Hufflepuff. [b [#cc0000 "Hey Cam, how are you?"]] He greeted gently. Wells wasn't sure how to act around the underclassman. They hadn't talked much since Wells had offered to help him study again. He was dense sometimes and wasn't sure if he had offended him.

Before he could ask him about his studies, Ashe was introducing himself. He hadn't realized the two hadn't met yet. It made sense, they were different years as well as houses. Wells wasn't expecting Ashe to bombard the boy with a dozen questions.

[i [#cc0000 “Do you always bake? And if yes, do you have a boyfriend? Because I would gladly offer my services in exchange for more.”]]

Wells felt his jaw drop at the idiot's audacity. Just as he was about to punch Ashe in the arm Beck had already beat him to it. The other Hufflepuff had been quiet since he had found a place in Ashe's lap. But the line of questions had set him off. He had wriggled himself free and punched Ashe a few times. Wells couldn't help but laugh at the show.

Wells watched as Beck climbed to his feet and gathered his things in a rush. His jaw was tight and his limbs were tense. [b [#e6b800 "I forgot have to study with someone sorry guys."]] He said with his back already turned to the group. [b [#e6b800 "I'll text you later Cam."]] And he was gone.

Scratching his head, Wells flashed a smile. Wrapping an arm around Ashe's neck, he pulled him into a headlock. [b [#cc0000 "You're a dick Ashe."]] He stated with a laugh. Messing up the Gryffindor's hair, he released him before it turned into a wrestling match. Wells knew his Beater was stronger than him but he would never admit it.
  |goodbye| / muta / 12d 17h 26m 19s
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[center [size12 [font "times new roman" [b [#d20000 “You know,”]] Ashe Mitchell began, his words forced out between breaths and in the rhythm of his feet hitting the ground below, [b [#d20000 “just because you’re my friend, [i and] my roommate, [i and] my captain, doesn’t mean you have to take me captive for these insane workouts of yours!”]] Despite his complaints there was no way Ashe would back away from the workouts. He just enjoyed the sound of his own voice, even if talking and running made his lung burn like he’d swallowed Firewhiskey. By now Wells Anders knew better than to bother with responding to his whining, if only to risk making it worse.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" The two Gryffindors had been friends since their first year, partially because they were in the same dorm and partially due to their mutual love of quidditch. Wells had joined the house quidditch team as a second year and Ashe had joined third. Normally as a beater Ashe would have been more muscular than a chaser like Wells but Wells was always working out even in areas that weren’t necessary for his position. Sometimes Ashe wondered if it was vanity. Then again, that would have been more Ashe’s style than Wells’. And over the years they’d fallen into the habit of working out together. The routine that Wells used was pretty well suited to Ashe so it was a good arrangement even if Ashe complained about it every step of the way. ]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Ashe was only slightly taller than Wells, not even a full inch in difference and their builds were almost exactly alike, with Wells being only slightly more muscular in his chest and Ashe’s arms being just a bit larger than the other’s. Ashe’s black hair was neater than usual, mostly because it was damp with sweat and less curly because of it, he’d pushed it back and away from his face while he jogged. The two boys looked more Slytherin than Gryffindor with their exercise clothes in green for the Irish National Team.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" [b [#D20000 “Our first match isn’t until next month anyways!”]] The two slowed to a walk as they neared the buildings of the school, their jog was always the last step in their workouts. They started with a jog and ended with it too. [b [#D20000 “If I find out you’re putting me through all this because of a girl I’m gonna be pissed. Sexual frustration is no reason to torture your best friend!”]] Ashe was so busy complaining he nearly missed the fact that Wells had both stopped listening and stopped moving and was instead staring at a pair of students sat out in the courtyard.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Ashe followed the eyes of his captain to the pair of Hufflepuffs sitting and eating together. One he knew, and the other he knew [i of]. The one Wells was staring at was the one he didn’t know personally but that he’d seen around. More specifically that he’d seen around Wells. It was hard not to notice when Wells was with him given that the kid was more than a foot shorter than the star chaser. But he’d also seen him with some of his… Well, they weren’t exactly his girlfriends or boyfriends, they were more his… Hook ups? Yeah, them. The kid was popular. Not the same way that Wells or Ashe were popular but popular still.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" The other he knew well, not as well as he used to. It was Beckham Warhol; the kid had grown up in the same town as him and they used to hang out a lot. Less so when they got sorted into different houses, though he supposed they’d started drifting apart before that due to their separate interests. But it wasn’t like they just froze each other out, they talked occasionally. Though their talking was more of Ashe poking fun at and teasing Beckham and the other giving him the same in return.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Knowing that his captain knew the other kid he started to move towards the pair, [b [#d20000 “Hey Beck!”]] He called out to his friend as he got close, not noticing how his presence had started the other student. Once he was close enough, he lightly kicked at the smaller male with his trainers before moving to sit next to him. [b [#d20000 “It’s so rude of you to be out here,”]] He began, trying to put on his best annoyed face but failing due to the smile that parted his lips, [b [#d20000 “relaxing and eating food, rubbing in the fact that I have a psychopath for a captain that makes me workout when Quidditch won’t be starting for another month!”]] Ashe threw his head back towards Wells, making sure the other boy could clearly hear him.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" His cheeky smile weakened a bit when he smelled the pastries the two badgers had been eating before he’d interrupted them. Already his stomach was demanding he try them; noticing that Beckham was holding one he reached out and guided the other boy’s hand, and more importantly his cinnamon roll, towards his own mouth where he took a bite before the other could protest. [b [#D20000 “Merlin’s pants! That’s good!”]] He said as his tongue darted out to lick the cinnamon sugar that was still on his lips.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" [b [#f2da3f “Thanks,”]] The small and soft voice came from across from him, the other Hufflepuff. He couldn’t help but think the soft voice suited the soft kid.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" [b [#D20000 “You made these? Damn,”]] Ashe had figured they’d taken them from the great hall that morning to eat outside not that the little angel across from him had made them himself. Somehow knowing they were homemade made them taste even better as he took as large a bite as he could from the other boy’s snack.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" [b [#f2da3f “Yeah, um, you can get one for yourself, you know?”]] The kid seemed a little uncomfortable watching the way Ashe was interacting with Beckham. [b [#f2da3f “You don’t need to take Beckham’s.”]]]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Before Ashe could respond that it was fine this way, Beckham had decided it was [u [i not]] fine this way. The smaller boy wrapped his free arm around Ashe’s neck pulling him into a quasi-chokehold while he was focused on the other Hufflepuff. [b [#f2da3f “Excuse me!”]] Beckham practically shrieked in his ear as he moved from the chokehold to sitting in the other’s lap, [b [#f2da3f “Isn’t a man’s food SACRED?”]] Beckham had known the beater long enough to know the best way to get at him was by tickling his ribs.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" But in turn Ashe had known Beckham long enough to know what was coming, and luckily Ashe hadn’t yet let go of Beckham’s other wrist and hand. As soon as the other had descended their fingers towards his midsection he had leaned back and extended his arm trying to get leverage between the two. It was an awkward and completely ungraceful struggle that left the other Hufflepuff feeling awkward and Wells feeling quite possibly annoyed. Ashe eventually managed to get ahold of the boy’s other arm and pin it to his chest, twisting the Hufflepuff in his lap until his back was to Ashe’s chest and tightening his hold to keep the other from being able to attack him again. [b [#d20000 “Ha, ha!”]] He said with victory, releasing his hold on the wrist and slipping his arms around Beckham’s waist to hold him in place still.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Dark blue eyes fell on the boy across from them who was staring in shock at the duo of childhood friends. [b [#d20000 “So,”]] Ashe began, [b [#d20000 “we haven’t been introduced, I’m Ashe. And you’re?”]]]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" [b [#f2da3f “Oh, I’m Camden,”]] The other introduced himself with a small, but bright smile.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" [b [#d20000 “Okay, Cam. I have a question for you,”]] He could feel Wells watching him as he immediately acted familiar with the other. [b [#d20000 “Do you always bake? And if yes, do you have a boyfriend? Because I would gladly offer my services in exchange for more.”]]]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Almost immediately the other’s face started to turn a noticeable red, not like a light blush either, like a whole tomato kind of red. [b [#f2da3f “What? No, I, um,”]] The younger boy seemed at a total loss over how to respond, he even scooted back a little like he was trying to put distance between the two.]]]
[center [size12 [font "times new roman" Ashe couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction he got, he wasn’t used to such honest and kinda innocent reactions from people. Probably because he didn’t usually talk to people like Camden, [b [#d20000 “I’m just joking! Don’t let Beck hit me.”]]]]]
  lιon / LIVE / 50d 7h 29m 16s
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It was Sunday, of course the Hufflepuff would spend it lounging around campus. His first stop of the day was the commons. It wasn't out of character for Beckham Warhol to be napping on the couch or curled up in an armchair. Most people weren't surprised to find him sleeping around campus. There was actually a group chat where his housemates would point out where he was found napping.

Just as he was getting comfortable, he heard a familiar voice. His favorite of his roommates stood over him holding a bag like a carrot on a string. Beck knew exactly what the boy was holding. Jolting upward, he nearly bonked heads with the other boy. Zeroing in on the bag, he confirmed his suspicions. [i Camden Moore's Cinnamon Buns.] He laughed internally at the possibility of the title being an innuendo.

Scratching the back of his head, he tried to pass off as nonchalant. [b [#e6b800 "Hey Cam. Whatchya got there?"]] He asked, clearing his throat. Camden smiled wickedly. Knowing what he had to do, Beck bent down and slipped his shoes on. Raising to his feet, he stretched letting out an obnoxious moan. He needed Cam to know how much effort it took him to get off the couch.

Beck had to admit it felt really nice outside once the two were in the courtyard. Beck loved when it was almost too cold to just wear a sweater. His outfit of the day was a black knit turtleneck that hugged his chest. He had a pair of high waisted acid wash jeans on that had holes in the knees.
Flopping down next to the brunette, Beck extended a hand. [b [#e6b800 "Payment please."]] He demanded playfully. Taking a pastry, he practically inhaled the treat.

Beck was on his third one as he heard a familiar voice round the corner. His head instinctively turned to see the owner of the voice. Sitting up, he brushed the grass off of his stomach.
[i [b [#cc0000 "It’s so rude of you to be out here relaxing and eating food, rubbing in the fact that I have a psychopath for a captain that makes me workout when Quidditch won’t be starting for another month!”]]] Whined the voice playfully.
The Hufflepuff couldn't hide his smile. Pursing his lips, let out a hmph. [b [#e6b800 "It's not my fault you chose to play sports in your free time. Playing Quidditch [i isn't] a personality trait."]] He teased.

Without warning, Ashe had not only invaded Beck's mind but personal space as snatched his wrist. His grip was gentle despite pulling it towards his mouth. Beck couldn't help but stare at Ashe's lips as he took a bite of the cinnamon roll.
[i [b [#cc0000 “Merlin’s pants! That's good."]]]
When Beck finally collected his thoughts, he was dazed and bewildered. Shaking his head, he wrapped an arm around the larger male's throat and pulled him into a choke hold.

[b [#e6b800 "Excuse me! Isn't a man's food SACRED?"]] He cried exasperatedly. Beck only knew one way to overpower the quidditch player. Tickles. It was a cheap tactic but no one ever said Beckham played fair. Climbing onto Ashe, he straddled him carefully before going into full tickle mode. The snack thief would not get away with his crimes without punishment.
  |riven| / muta / 50d 8h 11m 21s
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[center [size11 [font "times new roman" The air on campus had already started to shift into a more chilling weather despite it only being the second week of October. Camden had settled into the new school year’s schedule rather quickly; transfiguration was still his favorite subject and unlike most students he felt they didn’t get nearly enough homework for the subject. Unfortunately, Defense Against the Dark Arts was still giving him trouble, the brunette couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t suited for combative magic. Worse yet the professor had assigned them a paper that the Hufflepuff had been pointedly ignoring since he seemed such a dreadful assignment.]]]
[center [size11 [font "times new roman" Camden wasn’t normally one to avoid homework to the last minute, usually that caused him more anxiety because then he would feel rushed. But when it came to DADA, he always found himself dragging his feet. Honestly, he’d rather do homework for pretty much any other class he had. And his [i “study”] sessions with a particular quidditch captain were not proving to be helping him. It wasn’t that the student helping him was bad at DADA, it was simply that he was more attractive than he was helpful. And Camden, well, he was easily distracted and hormonal; neither of which were traits that made for a good student. Maybe getting help from the attractive sixth year hadn’t been the best of plans even if he was significantly better at the subject than Camden was. The brunette wondered if he shouldn’t take up Oliver’s offer of help with the paper, he’d always been comfortable around the fifth year Ravenclaw and they were in one of the advanced classes for the subject. Besides he was probably bothering Wells with his lack of improvement and if he got caught staring at the boy one more time during their study sessions the brunette was positive his cheeks would catch fire.]]]
[center [size11 [font "times new roman" With it being the last day of the weekend, and with that paper being due on Friday he should have been working on it. And thus, he quite obviously wasn’t. In fact, he was avoiding the paper by indulging in one his favorite hobbies; baking. The house elves seemed rather resigned to Hufflepuff students invading the kitchen and allowed for them to cook and bake so long as they stayed out of the way of their work. Camden loved to bake, he and his mother were always in the kitchen during the summer weekends making sweets. Baking here made him feel just a little homesick but sharing what he made always made others happy and seeing them happy, made him happy. The fifth year almost never used magic when he baked, finding it more satisfying to make them from scratch. However, he did use a small spell today for his cinnamon rolls, well, [i two] small spells. One to knead the dough, because he didn’t have the strength to knead it properly and a second spell to make the dough rise faster.]]]
[center [size11 [font "times new roman" Once they had finished baking, he carefully placed them into his bag. It was too nice a day to spend it cooped up indoors and now he had snacks which he could use to bribe someone to join him. He’d spotted one of his roommates, Beckham, in the common room and was thoroughly thankful it wasn’t Tasha as he would likely guilt the brunette into doing his school work instead of enjoying the weather and eating cinnamon rolls with a friend.]]]
[center [size11 [font "times new roman" The two Hufflepuffs had found a nice spot in the courtyard where they could sit and talk while enjoying the cool air and warm sunlight. Camden didn’t seem to mind the idea of getting grass stains on his white pants as he sat down directly on the green lawn, his light grey sweater swallowing him in how large it was on his frame. It was too early to start wearing coats but the looseness of the shirt did send a chill along his collar and chest whenever a breeze brushed past them.]]]
[center [size11 [font "times new roman" Just as the two were relaxing into their conversation someone interrupted them, making Camden jump and reflexively move inwards at the intrusion, [b [#D20000 “Hey Beck!”]] The voice was deep but friendly, belonging to a much taller male who joined the two, nudging his foot against Beckham’s side to both get his attention and annoy him based on the smirk like grin he had plastered on his face.]]]
[center [size11 [font "times new roman" It took a moment for Camden to recognize the other boy as a Gryffindor sixth year that Beckham was friends with. He’d seen the two talk and tease one another for the past few years but hadn’t actually spoken with the boy himself. He was pretty sure Beckham had mentioned his name was Ashe. He probably would have been able to guess who he was sooner but since it was the weekend no one was really wearing their house colors. Instead the taller boy was wearing black athletic pants that clung to his legs and a green hoodie with the logo of the Irish quidditch team. His black hair was a bit damp, probably from a work out, and the faintest smell of sweat was coming off him as he sat down with the Hufflepuffs. [b [#D20000 “It’s so rude of you to be out here relaxing and eating food, rubbing in the fact that I have a psychopath for a captain that makes me workout when Quidditch won’t be starting for another month!”]] As Ashe mentioned a captain, he jerked his head back and Camden followed his motion. Of course, his cheeks flushed and he felt excitement bubbling in his chest as he noticed Wells for the first time. The heat in his face wasn’t helped by the fact Wells had clearly been working out as well and was dressed in exercise clothing with a light sheen of sweat on his tanned skin.]]]
[center [size11 [font "times new roman" [b [#D20000 “Merlin’s pants!”]] Blue eyes darted from Wells to the other Gryffindor who was eating one of the cinnamon rolls Camden had baked. More specifically he was eating the cinnamon roll that Beckham had been eating. How did Camden know that? Because Ashe was holding Beckham’s wrist and guiding his hand which was holding the cinnamon roll towards his own mouth instead. [b [#D20000 “That’s good!”]]]]]
[center [size11 [font "times new roman" [b [#f2da3f “Thanks,”]] Camden said with a small laugh at the scene Infront of him.]]]
[center [size11 [font "times new roman" [b [#D20000 “You made these? Damn,”]] Ashe took a bite so large he swallowed more than half of what was left, his mouth practically unhinging to fit it in.]]]
[center [size11 [font "times new roman" [b [#f2da3f “Yeah, um, you can get one for yourself, you know? You don’t need to take Beckham’s,”]] He spoke up, worried that Beckham might have been uncomfortable with the behavior.]]]
  вαdgєr / LIVE / 50d 8h 55m 31s
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