WHO: Feliciano and Otto WHEN: Sunday Oct. 17th, afternoon WHERE: Hogwarts, the Quidditch stands WHAT: Otto tries to clean for house points, and Feli’s just there to stalk him.
The Gryffindor prefect had been in the stands for almost two hours now, and his back hurt from bending over to pick up each and every piece of trash. He frothed with rage at the foolish students that had thrown the party to cause him to need to earn his house points back in this way.
As he shifted to move to the next majorly littered spot, Otto froze when he heard a high-pitched sound from behind him. As a prefect, he clearly recognized the sound as that of a clumsy younger student. A sigh.
"...My prefect senses are tingling." He turned, arms akimbo to face the direction that the sound had come from. "Come out, and you better hope you are doing nothing worthy of losing points!"
Lose points? Oh no, no, no! He didn't want Hufflepuff to move out of first place, everyone would hate him then.
"I-i wasn't doing anything bad, I swear!" Clutching his bag to his chest Feliciano slid out from under the bench, dusting off his robes when he stood up. This was not good, he accidentally scuffed the hem. Maybe Feliks knew a spell to get it out?
He glanced up and blushed when he saw Otto had turned his attention on him, shoulders bunching as he tried to hide himself in his striped scarf. "P-please don't take any points away..."
"Then what were you doing?" Otto stepped closer, leaning subtly against the box post to examine the infiltrator from close up.
Oooooh, it was the adorably cute young Hufflepuff that he had had a crush on for over a year now. Lovely. Just what he needed, to let him off and have the whole school find out about his favoritism.
"N-nothing! Well, not really nothing..." Feliciano stuttered, taking a step back as his heart started to flutter. Usually he was able to keep from having any sort of contact with the two Gyrffindors he fancied, and as such he had no clue how to deal with it now that he was being interrogated they were talking.
"I umm, I wanted to paint the field!" he blurted out, cursing himself mentally after. Thankfully he did carry art supplies wherever he went in case he was searched. "It's easier to paint when people aren't practicing you know?"
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As he shifted to move to the next majorly littered spot, Otto froze when he heard a high-pitched sound from behind him. As a prefect, he clearly recognized the sound as that of a clumsy younger student. A sigh.
"...My prefect senses are tingling." He turned, arms akimbo to face the direction that the sound had come from. "Come out, and you better hope you are doing nothing worthy of losing points!"
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"I-i wasn't doing anything bad, I swear!" Clutching his bag to his chest Feliciano slid out from under the bench, dusting off his robes when he stood up. This was not good, he accidentally scuffed the hem. Maybe Feliks knew a spell to get it out?
He glanced up and blushed when he saw Otto had turned his attention on him, shoulders bunching as he tried to hide himself in his striped scarf. "P-please don't take any points away..."
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Oooooh, it was the adorably cute young Hufflepuff that he had had a crush on for over a year now. Lovely. Just what he needed, to let him off and have the whole school find out about his favoritism.
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"I umm, I wanted to paint the field!" he blurted out, cursing himself mentally after. Thankfully he did carry art supplies wherever he went in case he was searched. "It's easier to paint when people aren't practicing you know?"
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