 H-U-G-O (sorry for any students the boy might have shoved) ^_^ That's Rough Buddy | Be the Flower | Moon & Stars
It was hard being him: Cornelius Orion Baltazar.
Places he went people wanted to have a little chat. How's Quidditch? Ah, superb as always! Did you know Tilly and Jeff are dating now?! Saw that one coming. How does my dress look? Ooh, do a little twirl and I'll let you know. Are you dating anyone?
The list of questions went on and on.
BUT tonight he HAD to get to the Great Hall PRONTO. Unfortunately, one of his housemates had stopped him outside at the entrance and asked how her skirt fit her. The people who knew him well would know skirts/dresses were his weakness. As soon as that was over with, the nearly-fourteen-year-old SPED into the Great Hall, craned his neck (a habit, he still wasn't used to his new height) as bright green eyes sought out the one person on his mind.
And there he was!
H-U-G-O.
A strange constriction felt over his chest. The boy resisted the action of laying his hand over it. He didn't want to think it as he was losing a friend. Weeks before he had decided he was going to think of it as having a best friend outside the walls of Hogwarts who could become a provider. You know, if he ever needed anything special. SMIRK SMIRK, WINK WINK.
The boy flew off again, his curls bouncing at the top of his head like tiny springs. "HUUUUUGO!" the boy shouted, reaching the table and forcibly squeezing his way into his friend's side. People didn't like that? Fight him.
"'Sup?" He was cool. So cool.
So cool his chest was doing that constricting thing again.
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