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Originally Posted by Samia  Fredrick trusted his gut feeling a lot, he pretty much relied on it. It was probably why he had avoided any interaction with Joseph - something about it all had been off for him (his pride and prejudice) and this meeting right now was validating all his thoughts. Fynley trying to lighten the mood was only infuriating him more, which was even more difficult to understand because usually this side of Fynley amused him.
The meowing - and Fynley's clear adoration was setting him off too. Trying to calm his thoughts, the seventeen year old looked elsewhere to distract himself and not unnecessarily roll his eyes, especially since the ugliest of responses were forming in his head. Ugh, this was supposed to be a chill morning.
Ignoring the boyfriend for now, Freddy sighed, "Yes, but please don't treat them like a show piece and actually go through them before showing up" he added, because while he understood Fynley wasn't a great student - if he was lazy about all the effort Freddy expected him to make, they would get nowhere. Freddy needed him to do his best. He wasn't expecting miracles either, but Freddy was definitely going to get some results.
It was also why the next set of words that left Fynley's mouth hit his last nerve and he stared at his best friend. Who was this guy? "Are you kidding me right now, Fynley?" he asked, clearly ticked off. "Is that why you are doing this? To please him?" Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
What part of either his own or Fylney's academic golden retriever's looks had indicated that anyone could humor their way out of this predicament? Joseph nearly rolled his eyes again with the Gryffindor comment and subsequent inaudible noise between the two, but he miraculously refrained. His eyes were at a very real risk of rolling right out of his head and bounce along the snowy cobbled streets. In the unlikely event that such a thing happened, he supposed he could learn braille to continue to write his music if he did not get over his aversion due to over consumption of healing potions before hand. You could regrow bones in a pinch, surely eyes were another likely candidate with regrowth draughts.
The seventh year was mostly ignoring the whole exchange regarding studying and what to do, or not do, with said study materials, until Fynley perked his attention by calling himself a, "Deadbeat?" he snapped. "Is that what those sorry sacks of hippogriff dung called you before they kicked you out?" It was the only explanation he could think of and why Fynley would shoulder such thoughts. He still couldn't understand why his best mate and boyfriend cared so much what those people thought of him, but they had also been around the drain of that line of thought numerous times. Fynley just did not have the same turn off switch Joseph had when it came to caring but that was also what made him such an empathetic person and able to not only put up with but masterfully handle the bludgers Joseph hit his way with his numerous shortcomings.
Yes, he had made a quidditch analogy. Please hold your applause.
Joseph, despite himself, was about to go into another tirade about those people when the brunette sourpus went and said one of the most absurd things that could have been said in this moment. "Oh will you get off your high abraxan already?" he spat as his entire head rolled in his direction. Congratulations, you tactless toad, you had the Slytherin's full and undivided attention now. "What do you care what motivation he has as long as Fynley is motivated?" Not that he actually believe that this was why Fynley was going out of his way to study like this. Academic achievement was bottom tier when it came to impressing Joseph. "What makes yours sooooooo saintly that that you have the gall to look down on others? Well guess what, Freddy? Teeth bared like a rabid cerberus, Joseph pulled his pinky away from Fynley and took a somewhat aggressive step towards the lion with a heavy crunch of his boots to the snow. "Pushing Fylney into academic achievement on your terms isn't going to fill whatever bloody void you're trying to fill. So how about you show some grace and think more highly of your supposed best mate and what motivates him. Because it sure as hell isn't to impress me."
Call him naive or whatever but Fynley had big hopes of uniting his boyfriend and best friend together so that they could all ‘hang out’ harmoniously. Clearly, with his current predicament getting as heated as it was, those dreams were presently shattered. It was hard to disguise, even as the man who often hid his true feelings behind self-deprecating humour, the disappointment that had washed over his face as his two favourite people battled it out over something as trivial as studying.
Only it obviously wasn’t trivial to Freddy who was taking his role as a tutor seriously. Fynley appreciated it, truly, but it was hard to shake off the carefree attitude he’d had over his education for so long. “I promise I will read them” he assured his mate with about as much sincerity as he could muster at that present time before being interrupted by any heated discussion that was about to boil over the metaphorical cauldron. Reading wasn’t the easiest task for him anyway, it took a lot of concentration and a considerable amount of patience that the seventh year was evidently lacking in.
That was with the exception of the patience it took to deal with Joseph’s ‘problems’. Fynley was of the opinion that whatever was thrown at him by his long-haired lover was worth it and it wasn’t his fault that life had dealt him with this blow. It could explain the soft exasperated sigh that left the Slytherins lips. “In a roundabout way,” he responded, not wanting to talk about his parents at that present moment. “They consider academic success important, sure but it’s not just about them.” Life was already hard enough, throw in a low-paying job and an unskilled worker and it opens up a whole door of complicated problems to deal with.
And then came the innocent statement that seemingly pushed them both over the edge.
Freddy had misconstrued Fynley’s words to mean that he was doing it for Joseph. “No, not at all. I..” he started before Joseph interjected with his own opinion on the statement. If anything Joseph was an acting discouragement for any studying and the pair could frequently be found skiving lessons. Or attempting to at least, the Professors seemed to have a watchful eye on them since their OWL escapades. But then Joseph was taking an intimidating step forward and Fynley couldn’t stand there and watch it happen. He grabbed hold of his hand hoping that the grounding technique would help to calm him down and pulled him back slightly in his direction so that his shoulders weren’t square on to the sixth year.
“Stop” he implored both of them. “Can we all just cool off and get a Butterbeer inside?” Nope. Too hopeful of him maybe.
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