Emmett
I don't know, they said blonds have more fun.
Wed Jul 5, 2017 00:23
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“I’m more excited about the chocolate, honestly,” Emmett chuckled, “but thanks.” He supposed he wasn’t really surprised to be Prefect given that he was literally the only person in his House and year, although he had somewhat wondered if maybe the school would preemptively pick a fourth year or else go without in lieu of a better option. He’d been a decent kid most of his school career, but his grades weren’t great, and he did definitely punch somebody last year. Not exactly model Prefect material. Also, part of him wished he hadn’t gotten it if for no other reason than the lingering embarrassment (and ache in his elbow) from tripping and falling when he went to get the badge. The one year he managed to stay standing after Portkeying! Man, walking was hard.

He took the offered napkin and wiped off the chocolate from his “everywhere” as Holland so eloquently put it. The fifth year had briefly considered making the old classic “I was saving it for later” joke, but he figured he had probably made the same joke eighty-five times in the last four years of being Holland’s friend, so by now, the charm was probably worn off.

Instead he just listened to them talk about the new kid. Maverick was his name apparently, and he was… genderfluid? Emmett didn’t super know what that meant and momentarily wondered if, since he was pretty sure he was not that, it made him gendersolid. But either way, the implication was clear: this kid was queer as sin. And that was terrifying, because that meant Maverick could understand things about Holland that no matter what, Emmett just couldn’t. And Holland said that Maverick was guarded? Great, so he’s all broody and probably cooler than me, too, Emmett griped mentally. Not that it’s hard.

“That’s… cool, I guess,” said Emmett awkwardly, forcing some kind of reply. “I don’t really know what that means, but good for him, I guess. Maverick, you said it was?” He almost made a comment about what a weird name that was, but Emmett managed to restrain himself, both because he knew that sometimes people picked their own names when they started living with new gender identities, and because he was best friends with an individual whose birth name was literally just a city. Not that his own name was fancy or anything; it was just three letters, each twice, in a mixed up order. At least he didn’t have an “ae” like his siblings, though. Those were dumb.

  • I can help with the hair, if you want - Holland, Sat Jul 1 14:46
    “‘Dessert first’ is a core part of the gay agenda,” Holland agreed. If their hands weren’t full of cupcake, they would have hugged Emmett. They had visited him a few weeks ago, but they’d still... more
    • I don't know, they said blonds have more fun. - Emmett, Wed Jul 5 00:23
      • But brunettes do it better - Holland, Tue Jul 11 18:13
        Having finished their cupcake, Holland accepted a cup of rooibos tea and a chocolate-almond biscotti from a house elf. At some point tonight they would probably want to eat something that had some... more
        • What exactly is "it"? - Emmett, Wed Jul 12 20:43
          Gender and biscotti weren’t two things Emmett thought about together frequently. He thought about them both separately with decent regularity, the former because of Holland the latter because he was... more
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