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i-will-just-keep-swimming:

“Really?!”

Timon laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “Sure, kid. Anything for a fan, eh?”

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bluesoul-oldsoul:

Mer couldn’t help being frustrated with herself as she felt her legs give out, certain she was going to hit the ground. And yet, suddenly arms had circled her and stopped her from going anywhere. On the one hand they were warm, almost comforting, and yet she couldn’t help flashing back to that fuzzy night on the ferris wheel, so she stiffened, only relaxing when she felt the ground under her and Timon moving a little bit away. She lowered her head to her knees, trying to hide her embarrassment while also trying to stop the faint as she breathed deeply. “In my bag, there’s a small green bottle. Could you hand it to me? Then I’ll be fine I promise.”

“Yeah, alright.” Brows creasing in concern, he stretched out in order to grab her bag, pulling it beside him. “Stay with me, kiddo,” he mumbled absently as he sifted through the bag’s contents, coming up with a tiny green bottle. Holding it out to her, Timon hesitated, looking a little helpless. Helping people out or taking care of them wasn’t exactly his thing. Paul had always done that- it was one of the things that made him so great. So maybe this was Timon genuinely trying to help, but he couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that might have been wanting to channel his old friend. Either way, he didn’t have a clue as to what he was supposed to be doing. “This it?”

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halfblood-jenny-foxworth:

“Yeah, well the pain sucks ass, and I want it to go away.” Whether he meant to be facetious or genuine, she knew deep down, that he was right. “I don’t think even the most dedicated therapist, could fix the emotional damage this war has inflicted.”

“Yeah, I feel that. I think everyone does.” Sighing deeply, he tore his gaze away from the floor to finally look at her again. “I don’t think i’ve ever been this...” he let the sentence taper off with a halfhearted shrug. “I hate it.”

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i-will-just-keep-swimming:

“Oh… I don’t know,” Dory’s head tilted a little, “But it has to be!”

“Ah, a true fan. You’re too kind, really.” Timon waved a hand at her. “I’ll remember to add you when I give my speech.”

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bluesoul-oldsoul:

“I’m not going to faint, that’s ridiculous. I don’t have time to faint,” she snapped. But it felt like she might after all. She didn’t have time for this, not with another essay to write today along with her theory assignment. But as she felt herself sway again, she reached out and laid one hand against his arm to try and balance herself. “Perhaps I should sit down anyway.” She quickly dropped her hand, not sure if he was comfortable with what she had done, but as she took another step forward, she could feel her legs starting to give out under her.

Something probably sarcastic and definitely unhelpful sat on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself from saying it aloud, his thoughts coming to a halt as she started to fall. “Whoa-” he hardly managed a syllable before he was scrambling to move closer. Dropping his bag without so much as a second thought, he reached out to grab her, arms circling her waist and holding her tightly. Then he was stumbling, so far from graceful as he somehow managed to stay on his feet, all hundred pounds of him holding up the exhausted looking girl in his arms. “Yeesh, I said you should warn a guy.” There wasn’t a trace of annoyance in his tone, though, just concern as he crouched down, lowering her to the ground. “You with me?”

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belle-moore:

“I’m sorry, I’m just…I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“...is this where i’m supposed to sit down and let you cry on my shoulder?” Timon made a face. “No offence, kid, but I think i’d rather spoon a porcupine than get sentimental right now.”

“But I could get you ice cream? That’s a better possibility.”

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samuel-reachforthesky-wood:

Dude, that was completely my fault, I don’t know what’s gotten into me today. What did you need? I promise my attention span’s back from lunch

Uh-huh. Glad it could join us again, pal. I’m honored, really.

You’re a prefect, right? 

Uh huh... yeah...

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samuel-reachforthesky-wood:

[pauses] I’m sorry, what? I completely spaced out there.

O-ho, silly me for thinking I had something mildly important to say. Should I come back when your attention span isn’t taking a lunch break?

Uh huh... yeah...

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belle-moore:

“I…I’m sorry,” she says, taking a step back, holding the book to her chest, looking around anxiously, “I wasn’t watching where I was going…” her hands gripped the book for dear life as she looked all around. She was at school but the healer could be there or worse, the man from the asylum. At any moment they could decide she was a danger to herself, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“Well...its not that big of a deal, lady. In fact, here it is,” Timon sighed and held out his hand, palm facing upwards, then mimed blowing something off of it. “And there it goes. Out of sight and out of mind, just like that. Now will ya stop looking like the apocalypse is upon us?”

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robin-youworrytoomuch-hood:

“Mate, please, I’m fairly sure your nose was just as crooked before we bumped into each other.” He teased, adjusting the strap on his shoulder. “I might’ve stumbled a little, probably not though.”

“Hey! Watch yourself. You can’t go around insulting a guy’s nose- people get self conscious about that kind of thing. You’re lucky its just me.” With a frown, he poked his nose again. “Yeesh, of course you didn’t. You’re probably too smooth for that. Figures.”

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i-will-just-keep-swimming:

Dory listened as he talked but she wasn’t quite following any of it. “But… that would be sad,” she said, “And people would miss you.”

"Well I-” Timon paused, the weight of her words fully hitting him, and effectively catching him off guard. “Oh. Uh, right. I mean, what would anyone do without this brand of humor, eh? Can you imagine the devastation? Oh, what tragedy.” Pretending to sniffle, he lifted a hand to wipe at imaginary tears. After a moment he stopped, moving his hands out of his face so that he could smile at her. “So is my award in the mail or what, kid?”

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actual-dragon-fangirl:

Jake had been taking in the castle and it’s quirks with relative ease in the small time frame he was there. He was a pretty fast learner when he wanted to be, and Hogwarts definitely interested him. There weren’t any algebra or Spanish classes, and he didn’t have to worry about long, specific English essays – at least not yet. Why couldn’t he have been born a wizard? He felt he fit in to the world pretty perfectly, aside from his old school slang. But, with the next hour empty and nothing to do, he decided to explore a little bit. Familiarizing himself wasn’t a crime, and definitely wouldn’t hurt anything – right? Probably not.

He followed a small train of students to the courtyard, eventually finding himself behind a single student. When he whipped around and knocked into him, the Gryffindor fell back a few steps but didn’t fall. “Oh, sorry, man! I wasn’t trying to scare you, promise!”

Wincing at the boy’s immediate apology, Timon held up a hand to cut him off. A small voice in the back of his head griped that there really wasn’t a reason to be upset with anyone but himself, so he might as well stop the apologies before they got out of hand. “Yeah yeah, okay, kid. No more apologies- i’m just jumpy today.” There, now he didn’t feel guilty anymore. Well, for the most part. “Well, maybe not jumpy, but uh, you get my point. Whatever, its in the past. I’m all good if you are?”

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welltakeitfromhere-darling:

Callie was on her way to the library, having decided to take a shortcut through the courtyard, despite the minor chill. She had quite a lot of work to do, and would rather have as much time as possible. Unfortunately, she didn’t notice the boy in front of her had turned until they were practically on top of each other. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t see you. Are you okay?”

“Oi. Am I okay, she asks.” Timon sighed dramatically and took a step backwards to steady himself. “Yeah, lady, i’m fine. I may feel eighty, but i’m thankfully a little younger than that- takes a little more to bring me down. Are you alright?”

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bluesoul-oldsoul:

Mer was tired. So very tired. Trying to adjust to a schedule that included school, work, homework, and Quidditch was taking more out of her than she had expected, and she had hardly slept since school had started. She wasn’t paying particular attention as she walked until someone nearly walked into her and spoke. Wait, she recognized him. “I wasn’t sneaking up on you, I was walking. It’s not my fault you turned around so quickly, and -” she meant to keep going but she swayed slightly, raising one hand to her head as she took a deep breath.

It took two seconds for him to realize that he had spoken too quickly, and another three to convince himself not to turn around and run away. He brought a hand up to cover his eyes, sighing deeply. Brilliant move, idiot- yell at the only person who’s really helped you. “Hey, look. Don’t...” He dropped his hand and stopped talking, watching as she did...well, whatever the hell that was. “Ay, you alright there, kid? If you’re gonna faint, at least give me a heads up.”

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robin-youworrytoomuch-hood:

Potions, Charms, and Merlin-damned Divination. Robin ran through each of his homework assignments for each class in his head. With Quidditch practice tonight, there’d be no way he would be able to get it all done. He could spend his free hour doing it in private, and that way he could say he spent his time wandering the Forbidden Forest. Robin rifled through his bag on his back as he made his way through the courtyard, completely unaware he was following someone until he ran into them. “Whoa, sorry, sorry.” He laughed lightly. “Mate, I’m six foot one, I couldn’t sneak up on anyone if I tried.”

“Uh-huh. Well I guess miracles happen, pal.” He deadpanned, before shaking his head and reaching up to poke and prod at his face. “I think your shoulder did a number on my nose, there. Did you even stumble?!”

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i-will-just-keep-swimming:

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Dory said, just managing to hold onto her phone, which she’d been rather busy looking at instead of where she was going. 

“Yeesh.” Timon dragged a hand down his face, his heart rate starting to calm down. “I feel like i’m pushing eighty here. Gimmie a month and i’ll need someone to check me into a retirement home. And old people smell terrible, so maybe its better if I do have a heart attack before then.”

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Timon walked through the courtyard with a little more hesitation than he was used to feeling. The next hour was his to do with as he pleased, but that was starting to look like more of a problem than it was a blessing. He wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it, but for the first time in a long time, he was at a loss for what to do with himself. With a sigh, he shrugged his shoulders and turned around sharply, all but knocking into someone who had apparently been walking behind him. “Whoa, whoa! Don’t sneak up on a guy like that! I’m gonna have a heart attack and croak before i’ve even hit twenty, jesus.”