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X | FIRE DAVIES! HOGWARTS | FIRST| HUFFLEPUFF OUTFIT: Shirt, pants SONG: Moonlight Sayonara wo Oshite HEX: #b38900 01 SEPTEMBER, 2025 WORDCOUNT: 653 |
Fire lifted one of his legs to awkwardly scratch the other with his red converses, which were tattered and worn with scribbles drawn all over them, making them look quite unsavory to onlookers. Dirty, and close to falling apart any second, well maybe they already were if you considered the obvious residue of hot glue on it to keep the bottom and front from pulling apart at the very seams as that. The boy had been late with boarding having opted to by his family to stay as long as possible, at his younger siblings clung to his legs like tiny, but loveable thought he'd never admit it, parasites as his Mom went on a whole long rant on how proud they were of him, to make sure to owl them everyday. The boy just nodding with a small squirrel-ish smile to each of the demands, slightly embarrassed since they were in a small sea of onlooking people and other family's, most likely his future classmates. But even despite being with the whole of his family here to support him and see on way off to the wizarding institute, the red-head couldn't help but feel the lacking presence of one in particular like a loud yet silent noise ringing through his ears. His father... But that wasn't something he could dwell on right now. Only when the last warning yell from the great engine of the Hogwarts express roared did his family finally release them from their suffocating grip. Thus bringing him to where he was now, huffing out a breath as he tried to catch it, having to have run into the doors last second, the great mobile beginning to churn and push away from it's starting point as it begun it's journey. The corridors were mostly empty now as everyone had gathered into their little rooms of all ages and statuses, maybe even friends giggling and gossiping amongst themselves. Fire would occasionally slide one the more silent compartments open taking a small peak inside to catch a glimpse of the people within, but most of them seemed already relatively taken or were filled the the brim. Just his luck, but was it really poor luck or just bad time management? It wasn't an argument worth arguing especially with the likes of Fire's stubbornness. The boy had begun to wonder if he should throw in the towel and just sit and relax in the corridor, but yet again someone walking by seeing him... That was embarrassing. Fire grumbled to himself as he kept looking through before finally finding a compartment where a kid sat by his lonesome, a whole space just to himself. But not for long, the red-headed boy opened the compartment fully before slinking in, closing it behind him with a a soft thud. "Hope you don't mind me crashing in on your one person party," He joked to hopefully ease the situation, or more even so to distract the random presence of himself from the white haired boy. Fire threw his luggage underneath the chair before collapsing on the opposing lounge chair across from the mysterious boy, crossing his ankles as his feet rested on the arm rest of the seating. Fire then turned his head, his dark eyes scanning over his peer as he chewed absently mindedly on his gum. The other was covered head to toe in beauty marks that stood out immensely against his glass pale skin, and almost pure snow white hair, it was as if the student has walked straight out of an expensive porcelain doll store. "The name's Fire," Fire said turning to direct his attention to the ceiling and he placed his hands to rest behind his head. "What's yours Snow-white?" Fire said with a stupid crooked smile at his little rather uncreative nickname as he bounced a red ball at the ceiling and back into his hand in a repeated rhythm. |
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Those words I've said thousands of times in my mind, You got the best of me
Fire Davies | Bua Buddhadasa
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Thud. Thud. Thud.
Silence used to be the only way Luka would concentrate but out of nowhere, a mischievous and cheeky sound abruptly broke the silence that had surrounded all his efforts since he boarded the train. He flinched slightly, his quill hand wavering as a big drop of ink landed on the parchment. The ink spread to the edge of a corner of the letter he was writing Matryoshka. Luka gazed longingly at the ink and sighed quietly, but rather than getting angry he simply pressed a small shard of paper against the ink blot in an attempt to preserve whatever little could be salvaged.
Luka didn't raise his eyes immediately. He ran his thin fingers through his hair. That pale, silvery-white that always felt too fine, too fragile. The light from above glanced off his hair, filling the small space with a fragile calm. He stole a glance at the "guilty" through the hair hanging over his face.
The air rang with the bubblegum smell and the sound of Fire chewing. Slowly, Luka lifted his face. Long lashes framing ice-pale blue eyes gazed shyly, gently at the other and not distantly. He found himself staring at a pair of well-worn red Converses, chaotic with scribbles and dried glue. He wondered briefly why someone would let their shoes suffer so much. He felt slightly sorry for the shoes, and for their owner too.
The boy with red hair smiled warmly, and Luka felt warmth burning through the compartment. Chaotic heat that prickled against his skin. At the sound of the name "Snow-white" Luka flushed a bit at soft pale pink blush forming clearly on his porcelain skin. He lowered his head slightly, embarrassed to be compared to a female fairytale character.
"I'm Luka." Luka finally spoke. His voice small, almost inaudible, like that of a child who had read in the silence of huge libraries. He added softly from across the small gap between them. "Luka Egorov, could you please not call me Snow-white? I'm...not a girl, and certainly not a princess."
He stammered, his left hand unwittingly playing with a loose strand of hair before he turned to the stranger again with a searching but timid smile. And then as he looked at the red ball bouncing in Fire's hand, added hesitantly: "But... hey, do you mind waiting to hold that ball for a second? It kind of makes it difficult to read the letter."
He sank further back into the dark crimson velvet seat, feeling small under that type of intense energy. Fire was unlike the stiff children of Pure-bloods and elites that he had met at tea parties. This boy was wild, rough, and did not obey any of the rules whatsoever. Luka was initially terrified when this noise emanated from somewhere within him, but something about the sound piqued his interest.
"Fire?" Luka chuckled, "You have a really warm name." his thin lips barely curling up in a nervous yet earnest half-smile. "And I don't mind sharing a seat, but... I'm not used to this much noise. My parents usually tell me to keep quiet."
With that, Luka settled in his corner. He felt his hand move in his pocket, out came a grey stone that was smooth and cold. He put it tenderly on a corner where there was no ink and used it as an anchor. Luka lowered his head to feign rereading the crumpled home letter, but his ears remained sharp and focused on every shift of clothing from across their compartment.
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There was a small pause of quiet, spare for the sound of the ball hitting the compartment's ceiling, and loud chewing, filling what would be a somewhat awkward silence. When the boy had finally answered, the bouncing of the toy seemed loud in comparison. Unlike his own very noisy appearance and blaring voice, the other's was soft, muted, and whispery. If the boy hadn't been listening in for a response he was sure he would've missed it entirely. Maybe he was more accurate with the snow-white call-out then he actually thought.
"Luka Egorov, could you please not call me Snow-white? I'm...not a girl, and certainly not a princess." The snow-boy barely echoed, his voice hushed and quiet, like the ambience of birds at dawn. Fire turned his head slightly to look as the other spoke, figuring it might make is easier on his attention-span and ears. He couldn't help but laugh at Luka's extra comment, boisterous and explosive.
"Hm.. Princess wouldn't be a bad nickname either, eh? But I'm jus kiddin yah," He snorted, as he continued the rhythm of the ball, between his hand and the wall effortlessly. "Didn mean it that way Hooligan-er-Luka."
There was another small silence of Fire minding his business, a rare occurrence, if you could call it that, before the snowy haired boy spoke up again, his eyelashes flittering slightly as shy smile greeted Fire. Man, he didn't have eyelashes like that, his were short and downturned, accentuating the sharpness of his features. Luka proceeded to ask if the Hufflepuff could just STOP bouncing the ball for a damn second as he couldn't focus, but of course in his own gentle polite mannerisms. This kid had more spunk then he had initially thought, maybe he had underestimated him.
Fire rolled his dark irises, catching the red orb in his palm, responding shortly with, "Yea whatever..." Shrugging it off, before he then sat up, lazily slouching back into his seat and manspreading until he felt comfortable. Turning his head to look at the raging landscape flying by outside the window that kept them caged into this very train. He hadn't even noticed how the other had begun to shrink into themselves, in attempt to make themselves smaller than they already were.
Fire smiled largely at the compliment to his name, sitting more upright with a proud expression, "Thanks! I picked it myself, originally is was Fireball or Torch, but like it was too cringey-sh and the yah it's whatever." He said with a nod, crossing his arms. "You from somewhere cold or something? You look like it." Fire said attempting to try and pay a compliment in return... Although not very successfully.
"And I don't mind sharing a seat, but... I'm not used to this much noise. My parents usually tell me to keep quiet," Luka said with a faint smile on his features.
"Oh so your one of those," Fire spoke scratching the back of his head with a large yawn, smacking his lips. "You saying I'm loud or something?" He said quirking an eyebrow, before bursting out into laughter. "Just messin' with ya."
The Hufflepuff watched intently as the other got more settled into his seat, the soft noise of scribbling filling the compartment. After a bit, the boy got bored. Hmmm... I wonder what he's writing about? Fire jumped, slumping into the available space next to Luka, peering over his shoulder in an attempt to see what he was writing about. "Whatcha doin?"
"Luka Egorov, could you please not call me Snow-white? I'm...not a girl, and certainly not a princess." The snow-boy barely echoed, his voice hushed and quiet, like the ambience of birds at dawn. Fire turned his head slightly to look as the other spoke, figuring it might make is easier on his attention-span and ears. He couldn't help but laugh at Luka's extra comment, boisterous and explosive.
"Hm.. Princess wouldn't be a bad nickname either, eh? But I'm jus kiddin yah," He snorted, as he continued the rhythm of the ball, between his hand and the wall effortlessly. "Didn mean it that way Hooligan-er-Luka."
There was another small silence of Fire minding his business, a rare occurrence, if you could call it that, before the snowy haired boy spoke up again, his eyelashes flittering slightly as shy smile greeted Fire. Man, he didn't have eyelashes like that, his were short and downturned, accentuating the sharpness of his features. Luka proceeded to ask if the Hufflepuff could just STOP bouncing the ball for a damn second as he couldn't focus, but of course in his own gentle polite mannerisms. This kid had more spunk then he had initially thought, maybe he had underestimated him.
Fire rolled his dark irises, catching the red orb in his palm, responding shortly with, "Yea whatever..." Shrugging it off, before he then sat up, lazily slouching back into his seat and manspreading until he felt comfortable. Turning his head to look at the raging landscape flying by outside the window that kept them caged into this very train. He hadn't even noticed how the other had begun to shrink into themselves, in attempt to make themselves smaller than they already were.
Fire smiled largely at the compliment to his name, sitting more upright with a proud expression, "Thanks! I picked it myself, originally is was Fireball or Torch, but like it was too cringey-sh and the yah it's whatever." He said with a nod, crossing his arms. "You from somewhere cold or something? You look like it." Fire said attempting to try and pay a compliment in return... Although not very successfully.
"And I don't mind sharing a seat, but... I'm not used to this much noise. My parents usually tell me to keep quiet," Luka said with a faint smile on his features.
"Oh so your one of those," Fire spoke scratching the back of his head with a large yawn, smacking his lips. "You saying I'm loud or something?" He said quirking an eyebrow, before bursting out into laughter. "Just messin' with ya."
The Hufflepuff watched intently as the other got more settled into his seat, the soft noise of scribbling filling the compartment. After a bit, the boy got bored. Hmmm... I wonder what he's writing about? Fire jumped, slumping into the available space next to Luka, peering over his shoulder in an attempt to see what he was writing about. "Whatcha doin?"
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Those words I've said thousands of times in my mind, You got the best of me
Fire Davies | Bua Buddhadasa
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Luka shrugged at Fire's clumsy question about his "cold" appearance. Silver-White Hair hung over his face as Luka tried to hide what little color remained on his cheeks due to the embarrassment.
"From the North... there's a lot of snow there." he said quietly. His voice sounded like Crystal, clear, yet Fragile. Luka didn't say anything else about his Family, nor about all the Huge Libraries where he grew up, he knew silence was always better than sharing too much about himself.
Luka began to let himself be carried by the steady rhythm of the train, his hand holding a quill slowly moving over the unfinished lines of text. But that peace didn't last long. Fire suddenly lunged forward. The shift in weight made the dark crimson velvet cushion sink, resulting in a slight jolt that made Luka's small body tilt to one side. A large shadow fell upon the page, bringing with it the scent of sweet, bitter bubblegum. Luka jumped, his shoulders trembling slightly, his small hands instinctively covering the unfinished letter.
"W-wait..."
He felt embarrassed when he saw Fire curiously peeking over his shoulder. The distance was so close that Luka could feel the warm breath of the person opposite him. To prevent his new friend's excessive curiosity about the letter sent to a cat named Matryoshka, Luka quickly folded the paper, his slightly awkward movement nearly causing the gray stone he used to hold the paper down to fall off his thigh.
"I'm just... writing a letter to my family," Luka stammered, his fingers tightening around the parchment. A true pure-blood heir was taught to be composed, but under Fire's intense gaze, every lesson of etiquette seemed to vanish.
To alleviate his embarrassment and cut off Fire's prying intentions, he quickly searched for another topic, his light blue eyes sparkling with anxiety as he looked up at Fire: "Speaking of families... most of mine were in Slytherin or Ravenclaw. What about you? Where do you think you'll be Sorted?"
Luka really hoped this question was interesting enough to pull Fire's attention away from the still wet black ink on the paper. He didn't want Fire to find out he was telling a cat how lonely he felt leaving home for the first time. That would be so embarrassing.
Just as Fire was about to answer, a clattering sound suddenly came from the hallway. The compartment door slid open with a cheerful bang. A woman with a kind smile appeared, pushing a cart full of treats, breaking the awkward mood in the room.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?"
The smell of chocolate, pumpkin pasties, and the sweet aroma of Droobles Best Blowing Gum filled the air, immediately easing the white-haired boy's embarrassment. Luka quietly sighed in relief, still hiding the letter behind his back while he stared at the colorful pile of candy with wide eyes.
Btw, I took some inspiration from the Honeydukes Express for that RP post, so feel free to have Fire get excited about buying something there if you'd like.
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Personal space didn't exist in Fire's mind unless it was his own when he cared, it was one of the more selfish notes about the boy. Whatever was yours, was also his, but nothing that was his was also yours. A strange sense of entitlement the kid had brought along with him, as much as he might deny he was almost the exact carbon copy of his father, the complete idea of his father but with the color palette of his mother's genetics and magical ancestry.
"from the north, eh?" Fire narrowed his eyes, popping his lips, a small bubble of gum bursting between them. "sorry ain't no good with geography, so I'll just pretend to know what that means."
"Me myself and I are from Manchester, if that wasn't obvious at'll," Fire waved and gestured dramatically with his hands as he spoke, as if that was part of the show. Everything about Fire spoke carefree confidence, intensity, and unquenchable boredom. The Hufflepuff's eyes were half-lidded, seemingly tired and uninterested in the world around him, but that was just his constant resting face, whenever it wasn't the grin of his.
The boy barely listened to the other's protest, which was clear yet soft, like clear crystals of water if that was even a thing. Fire didn't even bat a single lash at it, as he leaned stalking over the other's lankier figure, dark maroon eyes attempting to scan the paper, which was quickly scrunched into a rushed fold.
"I'm just... writing a letter to my family," Luka stuttered, his knuckles practically white from how tight he was gripping the now origami'ed parchment paper. Fire tilted his head quirking an eyebrow, now not fully buying the story of Luka, why was he being so awkward if it was just his family? Maybe he didn't get along, or maybe it was something embarrassing? A smirk tugged at the edge of the boy's lips, his eyes narrowing mischievously, even as the other tried to change the subject.
"didn't mean to touch a nerve, what's so bad about a letter to the bretheren? Or whatever you guys like to call it," Fire said leaning back slightly finally putting space between them, but his demeanor stayed intimidating still at best, as he cupped his face thinking thoughtfully to himself. "what could be that bad? You wet the bed or something still, you a momma's boy? Or maybe you left your nightlight or favorite plush back at home? You're only just leaving, why a letter so early?"
Fire practically barked out a laugh, failing entirely to stifle it as he scooted over putting more space between them, leaning his back against the compartment wall so he was fully facing Luka.
"but fine don't tell me hooligan, none of my business anyways right?" The boy said rubbing his chin. "for families, couldn't say, my dads a muggle and my mom went to mahoutokoro, so i don't got a history with Hogwarts." He tilted his head slightly thinking some more. "so you guys are intelligent and cunning, seems like a scary combo. For me, eh, can't really tell I would say pretty much anything but Ravenclaw." He scratched the back of his head with a yawn.
Suddenly the compartment door slid open, Fire turned his head practically upside down to look behind him. A large grin spread across his face, his eyebrows raising in delight as he looked at Luka.
"hey can you spare me a couple galleons? Eh actually never mind I think I got a little something," Fire said jumping up running over the the candy trolley, before furrowing his brows at the options... Why were they weird and... Moving? Kinda weird, he decided to settle on a couple of the pasties and the weird looking jelly beans.
"from the north, eh?" Fire narrowed his eyes, popping his lips, a small bubble of gum bursting between them. "sorry ain't no good with geography, so I'll just pretend to know what that means."
"Me myself and I are from Manchester, if that wasn't obvious at'll," Fire waved and gestured dramatically with his hands as he spoke, as if that was part of the show. Everything about Fire spoke carefree confidence, intensity, and unquenchable boredom. The Hufflepuff's eyes were half-lidded, seemingly tired and uninterested in the world around him, but that was just his constant resting face, whenever it wasn't the grin of his.
The boy barely listened to the other's protest, which was clear yet soft, like clear crystals of water if that was even a thing. Fire didn't even bat a single lash at it, as he leaned stalking over the other's lankier figure, dark maroon eyes attempting to scan the paper, which was quickly scrunched into a rushed fold.
"I'm just... writing a letter to my family," Luka stuttered, his knuckles practically white from how tight he was gripping the now origami'ed parchment paper. Fire tilted his head quirking an eyebrow, now not fully buying the story of Luka, why was he being so awkward if it was just his family? Maybe he didn't get along, or maybe it was something embarrassing? A smirk tugged at the edge of the boy's lips, his eyes narrowing mischievously, even as the other tried to change the subject.
"didn't mean to touch a nerve, what's so bad about a letter to the bretheren? Or whatever you guys like to call it," Fire said leaning back slightly finally putting space between them, but his demeanor stayed intimidating still at best, as he cupped his face thinking thoughtfully to himself. "what could be that bad? You wet the bed or something still, you a momma's boy? Or maybe you left your nightlight or favorite plush back at home? You're only just leaving, why a letter so early?"
Fire practically barked out a laugh, failing entirely to stifle it as he scooted over putting more space between them, leaning his back against the compartment wall so he was fully facing Luka.
"but fine don't tell me hooligan, none of my business anyways right?" The boy said rubbing his chin. "for families, couldn't say, my dads a muggle and my mom went to mahoutokoro, so i don't got a history with Hogwarts." He tilted his head slightly thinking some more. "so you guys are intelligent and cunning, seems like a scary combo. For me, eh, can't really tell I would say pretty much anything but Ravenclaw." He scratched the back of his head with a yawn.
Suddenly the compartment door slid open, Fire turned his head practically upside down to look behind him. A large grin spread across his face, his eyebrows raising in delight as he looked at Luka.
"hey can you spare me a couple galleons? Eh actually never mind I think I got a little something," Fire said jumping up running over the the candy trolley, before furrowing his brows at the options... Why were they weird and... Moving? Kinda weird, he decided to settle on a couple of the pasties and the weird looking jelly beans.
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Those words I've said thousands of times in my mind, You got the best of me
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