mister toil and trouble

Name's Harley O'Hara. I'm a seventh year Hufflepuff and I enjoy long walks in the Forbidden Forest, a bit of toil and trouble, and dragonweed.

The American ❖ Adelaide & Harley

adelaidemontgomery:

Adelaide watched Harley slowly slink into the chair next to her. She simply sat there staring at him until he said something. She noticed his sweaty palms, and the little nervous shake he had, and it made her smile. She loved it when people were nervous around her, it means she was doing her job right.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, Harley cut her off with his question, “I’m fine, thanks.” She replied to him. Adelaide didn’t know Harley very well. She remembered him from one of her classes, mind you he wasn’t there very often. But she figured she would give the boy a chance, “Oh, and I don’t mind nicknames.” She smiled at him, “How are you?”

He smiled curtly before shutting his mouth. “Heh, ‘m fine. Yeah, just fine,” He nodded. Well, this was awkward.

Harley shook his head, willing himself to be normal for fucks sake. He was not a hormone-driven second year, come on. “By the way, I love your voice—I mean. You have a lovely accent and uh, voice, in…general…” Harley closed his eyes, in pain over his own stupidity. “Fuckin’ shite, I’m such a fuckin’ twat. Hello, my name is Harley. I can’t speak, like at all.” He stuck his hand out in front of him, waiting for her to shake it.

First Date ❖ Nik & Harley

nikprior:

Nikolai was beyond nervous at this point. He had asked Harley to go on a date with him to see how things went - especially after talking about a “release of stress”. The thought made him smile and couldn’t help but blush. After all, Nik did like Harley. He found him attractive and funny, plus an all-around good friend.

At the Three Broomsticks, the place he’d asked Harley to meet him for the date, he sat in his seat jittery. His hands clasped together tightly, twirling his thumbs and tapped his foot as he waited.  The butte-rbeer he had ordered was practically already gone because Nik felt the need to do something. And drinking, while nonalcoholic, seemed to be the best resort.

It had been a little cooler that day than earlier in the week, so Nikolai was wearing a nice gray sweater and dark jeans, feeling the need to get out of the school uniform. As he looked to the door, he bit his own bottom lip in anticipation. He couldn’t wait for the date to start. Chuckling to himself, he rubbed the back of his neck, imagining how, hopefully, the rest of the night would go well. And be back before curfew. Maybe.

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Harley looked up at the wooden Three Broomsticks sign that swayed in the breeze above him, eyes wide. His fingers twitched deep in his pockets, itching for a cigarette… something he was denying himself for Nik’s benefit. No one likes cigarette breath when there’s kissing to do.

Well, hopefully.

He took one last deep breath before grabbing the handle and pushing open the door. A gust of wind followed him inside and he shivered, nerves on end. He scanned the tavern, smiling when his eyes landed on Nik. His eyes were wide and Harley laughed silently. Cute.

As he approached, Harley took in Nik’s appearance. The kid looked good out of uniform… He’d seen Harley out of his robes plenty of times, but that’s due to the fact that robes are evil and he spends as much time out of them as he can get away with.

"Started without me, I see." Harley smirked at the nearly-empty mug of butterbeer sat on the table infront of Nik. "No fair." Harley ordered them a couple more drinks from a scruffy ol’ wizard before taking a seat beside Nik. Harley thought it was more personal that way. "How’re you?"

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nikprior:

Really? No one in mind for you? But you’re…sexy, I mean incredible…I mean but me? I uh…yes…I mean, S-sure. I’d like that.

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very much.

Wha-what? {Snorts.} Are you kiddin’ me? I’m awkward and uncoordinated and undesirable. Don’t—I mean, I—heh. I was being serious, though… I could use a lay. Not that you’re a lay, Nik, I just meant the act of lying with someone… Or. Ugh, you obviously know what I’m talking about, or I wouldn’t be bumbling like a bloody idiot right now… Sigh.

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The American ❖ Adelaide & Harley

adelaidemontgomery:

Adelaide sat in the Great Hall all on her own. She wasn’t quite sure why she was alone, but she didn’t like it. She scanned the great hall for someone she knew, but so far the only people she noticed were third years. She shrugged to herself and continued to doodle on her notes that she should be reviewing. 

She could hear some of the students around her talking about her, “Is that the girl from America? She’s so pretty!” “Ugh, I hate the girl from America. She thinks she’s better than everyone.” “The girl from America is such an attention whore.”

Adelaide didn’t let any of the negative comments get to her. At least people were still talking about her. Just as she was about to pack up her books to leave, she felt someone standing behind her. She decided to sit for a minute, she was curious as to who it was. The chair beside her began to pull out, as a body sat next to her.

Harley wiped his clammy hands on his trousers as he sunk down beside Adelaide, willing his nerves to calm a bit before he opened his mouth. She’d made him nervous since the first day he’d seen her. She was this curvaceous, pale, mysterious American goddess and he simply wasn’t worthy. However, Harley had noticed that she wasn’t as much of a stoic statue as he’d first thought she was.

That being said, he was still bloody nervous around her. She was just so… beautiful. Frustratingly so.

"Afternoon, Addie. Uh—Adelaide, sorry—How’re you t’day?" Harley’s eyes fell to her lips, waiting for her lovely voice to sing its way into his ears.

nikprior:

More of whit, charm, and intellect then? …that always seems the best plan for releasing frustration, doesn’t it? Now you just have to figure out who and ask.

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Mm, you’re completely right. Well… I haven’t really got someone in mind. Although… {Smirking at Nik, his tounge darted over his lips before he stepped a bit closer.} You said you haven’t been sleeping very well, Mr. Prior. Are you up for a shag? Sounds like it’d do us both a bit good…

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nikprior:

I know the feeling there. I haven’t slept in days. -chuckles lightly- Sounds like you need to start a fight with one of the Slytherins or angry sex.

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I’m not one for fighting… I don’t have it in me. Some aggro sex, on the other hand… that sounds like a plan.

nikprior:

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Hmmm…I think maybe you should.-winks- But I’ll be fine, I’m sure. -smiles- How are you Harley?

Brilliant, y’know, just bloody brilliant. Stressed, tired, rather, well…restless. Heh. I should take up some of exercise or something, release some of my pent up energy…

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nikprior:

I knew there was a reason I don’t play Quidditch. I keep falling on my arse.

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Mm, but you’re so cute when you do. Perhaps I should kiss your arse all better?

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alessandra-roncalli:

Sounds lucrative enough. If you were smart though, you could edge Valentini out by selling good stuff to the filthy rich kids here with money to burn.

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Ah, that’s the thing. Afraid I’m not smart enough. Bad luck to smoke your own product, too, ain’t it? Can’t see this goin’ well for me at all. What about you? You’re a crafty one, aren’t ch’you?

alessandra-roncalli:

That’s nice. See, everyone I know who smokes either hoards it or buys all their shit from Valentini. -shaking her head slightly, she accepted it and took a long drag- Thank you, though.

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Yah, well, I figure we’re all miserable in some way from some thing, so why not do what I can to make people less pissy? At least towards me. Earn a few coins in the jar…or, whatever.

alessandra-roncalli:

Your behaviour’s just unacceptable, I’m afraid I can’t forgive you. Unless you’re sharing that, of course. -nods to the spliff-

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{Harley raised his eyebrows, genuinely surprised.} Fucking yes, I always share! Here, here—smoke as much as you’d like. I have plenty. {Smirking, he pats at his chest, feeling the solid outline of his cigarette case inside his jacket.}

alessandra-roncalli:

Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine today? -she settled in, and side-eyed him- Are you really not even high enough to be giddy? This whole place reeks.

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'M only as meek as the weather in these parts. And you're absolutely right, I am far too depressing to be as stoned as I am. What do you feel like chatting about, hm? {He sighed, running his hands over his knees.} Fuck, I’m a wanker. Sorry.

alessandra-roncalli:

Living does kill us all eventually, doesn’t it?

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Are you sure you aren’t just traumatized? -plops down next to him- Care if I sit with you?

Traumatized? What, from all the complete shite that’s been goin’ on? Not…exactly. It’s the end of the world! {Harley laughs before having a brief coughing fit.} Please, please, sit. Not my dirt.

alessandra-roncalli:

You do know that’s bad for you, right?

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Aye, yes. Don’t particularly care though, do I? Living is bad for me.

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Sorry—I’m just delightful, aren’t I? Sleep deprived, you know. Probably. {waves her off unapologetically}