With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Jun 13, 2019 9:18:32 GMT
The fifth years just finished the last class for the day. As the bell rang, Junaid immediately approached Greyson as the Gryffindor was leaving the classroom. “Come with me, I’ve got a surprise,” he said with an enthusiastic sparkle in his eyes. Aside from that, there wasn’t much of a warning. The Hufflepuff prefect dragged Greyson towards the basements. Tickling the pear opened the doors to an elf filled kitchen.
In the back however was a little tent like structure set up. Plaids and pillows surrounded a small round coffee table. On it was a shisha, his shisha. The golden details and gemstones on it were a reminded of the wealth he had lost. May he ever need money, he would have to sell this. Even if it had been a birthday present from his favorite uncle. “It took me forever to clean. It has been in my trunk for more than a year.” Aside from the hookah there was a Turkish tea set, sweets and fruits. “This is how I used to relax with my friends back home,” he explained Greyson. The Hufflepuff was very excited to share a piece of himself with his new friend.
“Oh! Look!” Junaid took a cherry from the pile of fruits and ate it before adding the stem in his mouth too. It had been harder than he thought but eventually he got the hang of it. After concentrating a bit, he reopened his mouth and handed Greyson a tied stem. “I’ve been practicing your trick,” he said proudly. This was an attempt to impress his new friend as Greyson has called this an impressive skill. Poor Jun didn’t know the further meaning behind said activity or skill.
Filing out of History of Magic with that blowhard, his uncle, Greyson wanted to kick some damn rocks. He was so fucking bored. At least when Binns was teaching the subject, he could just up and leave in the middle of a lesson and the dude didn't give a damn. Mainly 'cause he kept falling asleep, but still. Greyson had options. Now he had to sit there or face a mind-numbing lecture that turned his brains to mush. Screw that.
Greyson had just started to ruffle in his bag when suddenly, the 'puff who took great offense to being gay came up to him, offering a 'surprise.' "Man, if you have kittens stashed to make me 'happy,' you've got another thing coming," he told Jun with a scowl. Kittens were shit. Snakes were where it was at, the sneaky little suckers. Dogs were alright too, he supposed.
Following Jun down to the kitchen, his brows raised as he saw a... tent? With cushions and a little table and... "Is that a bong?" he asked in amazement, glancing at Jun in surprise. He'd never have guessed that the kid would have something like that stashed in his bag, but then again he'd never peg the kid for relaxing with 'special' tea and sweets either. Who'd have though a Hufflepuff would be so cool? "Man, we're gonna get so freaking lit. Dope. So much cooler than kittens."
It felt like Jun was full of surprises because the next thing he knew, the kid was grabbing a cherry and 'practicing his trick,' producing a cherry with the stem tied a minute later. "Shit, man. Look at that. Little virgin has some skills with his tongue after all," he said, brows raising and lips tugging into a smirk. "Some lucky girl will appreciate that later."
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Jun 23, 2019 9:21:27 GMT
Junaid had already discovered that Greyson wasn’t an average kid. Still he was keen on making the boy smile ever since he saw him being so fragile in the hallways. It was his job as prefect to take care after the other students. Jun being the mother hen he was, didn’t mind bending a few rules if the outcome would be a much happier lion cub. It was a challange. Unusual kids took unusual things to be happy. And yet simple things.
Eventually he had come up with this and was a little proud. Hopefully Greyson would like it. “Ah… No I don’t have any pets. I was never allowed to have them,” he smiled a little. His mom said animals were dirty and would throw them out if her children brought home a puppy or even a little duck.
The Hufflepuff kept watching Greyson’s face, eager to see his reaction. A bong? He blinked. “We call it an alshaysha,” he told the other boy with an informing smile. While Junaid didn’t understand half of the words spilling out of the other guy’s mouth, the radiating entausiamn made him smile like a father seeing his first born being born. “I thought I might share the things I like doing. Perhaps next time you can show me your interests,” he suggested, keen on building this friendship.
He sat down and pointed at the pistachio and honey filled sweets. “I made those myself,” he said. “I ehh.. Might have put some magic ingredients in some of them.” He used Chortle extract which could also be found in giggle water.
Chuckling softly, he shook his head. “I’ll have to work very hard to impress a girl and her family into marriage,” he admitted with a sad smile. “But I do dream of having a big family one day. How about you Grey?” Because Jun’s family had abandoned him, he was set on creating his own some day.
"I wasn't allowed any either, man... but I guess being a child on the run doesn't let you keep a bunny rabbit. Can't really take it with you when you're bouncing around the place," Grey said with a snort, shrugging as though this was a casual statement. Besides, bunnies were for girls. They weren't boy's pets. They weren't tough enough, or at least that what his dad had said when he'd foolishly asked for one as a child.
"An... al... shaywhatta?" Greyson repeated, squinting at Jun. Whatever, that must have been the name for bong in his language. Greyson wouldn't have a bloody clue and he didn't really care either. Then Jun was suggesting Greyson could share his interests and his lips twisted into a smirk. Reaching out, he grabbed Jun's arm before tapping his forearm. "Looks like a good place for a stick n' poke tattoo, yeah?" Then reaching up, he poked Jun's forehead with his pointer finger. "Or maybe you wanna get a face tatt to start with. What d'you think?"
Magical ingredients. Hell to the yeah. "How red d'you reckon your eyes'll get? Bet they go as red as Clearwater's hair," Greyson said with a chuckle. They were gonna get high as a kite. With his hand, Greyson snatched one of the sweets and shoved it straight into his gob. Let's get the party started!
"Who knows... maybe you'll have game after all with the ladies. Charm them with those puppy dog eyes," Greyson said, but then Jun was asking him about marriage and Greyson barked out a rough laugh because as if that was gonna happen. "Hell no. Never gonna happen. Don't want some chick tying me down... less it's in bed. Maybe then."
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Jul 10, 2019 14:14:03 GMT
Junaid smiled at the idea of Greyson having a pet bunny. But he was a little sad when Grey told him the reason why. “Maybe you can get one now,” he asked with a smile. His face turned a little more serious and sympathetic. He knew what it was like to move from your home. “I hope you’ve found a place now. If not I’ll do my best to make you one,” he told the Gryffindor.
“Alshaysha. That’s what it is called in my country,” he explained his new friend. Junaid was sure they were going to be great friends. Greyson was very different from the people he knew but there was something about this guy that pulled him towards him. It was in his nature to play a mother hen. The Gryffindor just needed some love and care to be happier. His eyes widened however when Greyson took his arm. It was a quite sudden move. "Grey, what?" The prefect blinked and listened to the other boy. A tattoo? Weren't those permanent body alterations? Those were considered haram. His eyes fell on Greyson's tattoos. The guy had a lot of them. Jun couldn't help but think they were really cool. It suited the other boy. Seeing him up close had him notice how pretty the other boy was and that the roughed features which normally would be considered uncivilized, charmed Greyson. Jun wished tattoos were allowed in his religion.
The Hufflepuff didn't realize he was staring until the other boy poked his forehead. "Owie," he rubbed his forehead. Panic shot into his eyes when Greyson suggested a face tattoo. His cheeks flustered red on the spot. "N-not the face," he squeaked. That'd be very bad. "Uhh.. A-are they like henna tattoos?" Those did fade. He had never heard of stick and poke.
Black strains of hair fell around his face coming undone from the wax as Jun shook his head. "I made sure these leave no traces. It'd be bad if someone found out. I'm a prefect. I'm not supposed to have secret tea parties," he winked at the other guy.
"Maybe…" Junaid sipped his tea and looked down at the plates in insecurity. He bit his lip and dared to look up. Last time Greyson shared very personal things with him. So far since it happened he hasn't shared his story yet. "I want to find a woman who can defend herself even when I'm not there to protect her. There… Are some things I did in the past that also affected my family. I'd feel horrible if something would happen to my wife to be," he explained. Perhaps it was better if he never married.
"I cannot imagine being so sick that a healer has to tie you to a bed. Let alone like it. Oh well…" Junaid blinked in confusion people had strange hobbies. "Are you sure you don't want to have someone to grow old with?" It seemed like a lonely life.
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Jul 18, 2019 10:48:44 GMT
Junaid was smiling prettily and making conversation like a girl and Greyson ripped his eyes away. He knew the bloke had good intentions, but Merlin, he was suggesting he get a bunny and that he'd make Greyson a place if he hadn't found one. It took a moment, but eventually Greyson's scuffed his shoe on the ground, snorting. "Can't have a bunny in Hogwarts, for one, and hell no, I have not found a 'place.' I hate sodding Hogwarts and I hate living with my 'uncle' and it's all shit. Maybe if I land there, like everyone's expecting me to, I'll find my 'place' in Azkaban," he bit out, words leaving his mouth a bit harsher than he intended.
Alshaysha. Greyson knew he'd butcher... whatever Jun just said, so he just settled for nodding like he actually cared. The response he got from Jun when he grabbed the boy's arm, however, was something he did care about. Taking the Hufflepuff off-guard was exactly the reaction he wanted and innocently, Greyson smiled at Jun. "Don't worry, won't pin you against the wall this time," he said, even though it would have been easier as anything to do. He noticed Jun's eyes travelling over his body, but kept his comment about that to himself. Jun? Not gay? Bull-bloody-shit. The dude was checking him out.
"'Owie,'" Greyson repeated, spitting out the word like it was poison because it was. It was something a two year old would say when they fell over and scraped their knee. But then again, Hufflepuffs were like toddlers... so maybe it was fitting. The red that flushed Jun's cheeks didn't escape Greyson either, and this time when Greyson reached out with his finger, he didn't prod the guy in the middle of the forehead like he had before, but brushed his knuckle over Jun's scarlet cheeks instead. "Maybe your cheek instead, hey? Get a sick little badger tattooed there." Grey's finger dropped a moment later and blinked at Jun in confusion because what? "What the hell is henna?"
As Greyson chewed on mouthfuls of sweets - oh man, he was gonna get so lit, the more he ate the better, he listened to Jun describe his 'perfect girl.' Least he didn't want some other wussy Hufflepuff... but then the last part of what Jun said caught his attention. "What kinda 'things'? Can't imagine you doing anything to get your family into crap," Greyson said, brows raising. What did the bloke do? Come a few minutes late to dinner and make everyone wait for him? Couldn't have been that bad.
So sick."You kinkshaming me?" Greyson asked, scoffing out a laugh because who was little cherry boy to talk? Jun's question had Greyson's eye narrowing because, "Who says I even want to grow 'old'? Sounds like a buzzkill."
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Aug 14, 2019 15:10:40 GMT
Junaid’s eyes turned sad when he heard his friend spotter out those harsh words. Greyson sounded in pain. At moments like this he wished he knew what to do. However, he couldn’t investigate the Gryffindor’s head to see what he needed. He kept his eyes looked on the other boy and turned a little more serious. “What makes you hate it? Hogwarts and living with your uncle. Are you being treated badly?” If that was the case, he wanted to do something. Maybe he could talk to the headmaster.
“Azkaban doesn’t have to be your destination,” he started, biting his lip to concentrate on what to say next. “People expected something similar of me back home. I was about to give in but then I realized… What if I prove them wrong? What if I become successful and do things that can make Allah forgive my sins? Then they’d all feel silly for doubting me. You can prove them wrong for doubting you. Do it without needing their help. That is the biggest,” he gasped because he was about to say a very bad word. Jun had still a long way to go but his mind was in the right setting. Right now, he was a better person than he had ever been. Moving a little closer, Junaid hesitated to ask the following: “Can you keep a secret?” His grey eyes looked intensely into Greyson’s.
That damned smile. Junaid had too look away because it was just too much. “I-I wouldn’t expect you to. From this position it would be rather messy. I’d appreciate not getting everything smashed over. This stuff is hard to bring into the castle,” he rambled because at this point he was losing the upper hand.
The prefect huffed like a little child when he was being made fun of. This type of teasing he could handle. The touching however… It was just mean. He came from a culture where physical contact wasn’t much of a thing. The only person who ever touched his cheek was his mom. And… He closed his eyes in the hopes that not looking at Greyson would help. “I said: please not the face. You can have any other part,” he said, not realizing he might regret that later. When the question came, and the hand dropped, Junaid could finally breath again. After a fresh breath of air, he took the tube of the shisha and took a puff from it. The fruity flavor on his lips was delightful. “We call it Mehndi. I’ve seen people in other countries calling it henna. Ours is slightly different from the Indian. They cover the entire hand, where we leave more skin. It’s very beautiful but it’s just for girls. Brides specifically,” he explained.
The subject of things that could possibly endanger one’s family made him nervous, despite being the one who brought it up. “Bad things,” he kept it vague. Even if Greyson was the person in this castle who currently knew most about his private stuff, he couldn’t tell him this. “The same things which forced me to leave my country for my safety and that of my family. My squib sister got harassed at school for what I did.” By muggles. He hated them. Honestly the magical community wouldn’t have gone this far. Yes, it was considered a scandal, but they wouldn’t go as far as threatening someone’s entire family. Sadly, the magic folk was a huge minority there they barely even existed. Jun bit the inside of his cheek, he didn’t really feel hungry anymore. His eyes basically begged they’d move on to a different subject.
Now it was his turn to be confused. “Kinkshaming?” Jun had never heard of that word and stated at the other guy with blinking eyes. “Old people are cool. They’ve stopped caring about petty problems and relax all day. That sounds like a wonderful life to me.”
Jun didn't understand and he;;, why would he? He nor would most the people Greyson would come across in his life would get it. He hated living with his uncle because the dickwad was a traitor, he'd heard all about it from his dear old dad. He hated living at Hogwarts because every person with a shiny badge thought they ran the damn school. What was the point? What was the point of it all? "I'm not being treated badly," he said gruffly, shaking his head. He didn't bother launching into some long-winded explanation because it wasn't worth his time or effort.
People expected something similar of me back home. What the hell had Jun done that was so bad that people expected him to land in the equivalent of Azkaban? Not one to hold his tongue, Greyson asked bluntly, "Why? What are your 'sins'? Have you ever thought that maybe these 'sins' Allah or whatever the fuck his name is aren't so bad? Who made that bloke the authority on what you can and can't do with your life. It's your life. Live it however the hell you want to, however makes you goddamn happy." Then Jun was moving closer, asking if he could keep a secret, and the first thought that ran through Grey's head was, 'I already know you like dudes' because what he'd felt the last time... straight men didn't pop a boner. "Yeah, sure. What is it?"
Jun's eyes fluttered close as Grey's knuckle ghosted over his face and well, wasn't that something? But instead of leaning into the girly bloody feelings of how nice it made Jun look, he gritted out a, "Stop being a pussy, and open your eyes." Then Jun said the last thing he expected, that Grey could have any other part, and Greyson's brows raised nearly into his hairline 'cause, "Which part do you want me to have?"
Jun was being vague again and Greyson shook his head, breathing out and moving backwards. "You know how much shit Gabe gets from being related to me? Probably a bunch of it. Hell, she's probably fine. I wish you'd stop being such a wishy washy dick and tell me what you did though, man, 'cause this is getting old. Can't really believe you if I don't know what happened. Tell you what - I'll tell you my biggest secret, if you tell me yours." His biggest secret... the one that Grey kept guarded close to his chest, along with a few others. The ones Gabriel knew, but not a single other soul did, unless the prat had opened his big fat mouth to others.
"Yeah, kinkshaming. Kinks are like... stuff that turns you on, in bed and stuff. Kinkshaming is when douchebags decided to shit on what revs your motor, or whatever," Greyson explained, before grimacing 'cause he sounded like the world's biggest 'claw. Then Jun said that old people were cool and Greyson barked out a sharp laugh, "No, they're not. Most of them aren't. I have old women grab at my arms in the street, tell me I've 'ruined' myself 'cause I have tattoos. I've seen old dudes perv on Rosalia when we've got to the Hogs Head and shit lots of times. I dunno what fantasy life you're living in, Zalayat, but most of them aren't 'cool.'"
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Aug 21, 2019 9:31:19 GMT
Junaid fell silent at the gruffy reply. “Then… Why do you hate it?” He dared to ask. There had to be a reason. Nobody just hated their home and school for no reason. At least not as intense as Greyson did. “Sorry,” he mumbled before turning back on his tea. Greyson obviously didn’t feel comfortable discussing it. Jun should know better.
“He is not some bloke, Greyson. He is the one who made all this. Created you, me and everything in this room,” he said, feeling slightly embarrassed discussing his religion like that. Because among Western magic folk, there were no muslims. And even muggles who were aware of their religion often were hateful towards them. “Sometimes one’s decisions in life affect others. I learned that too late. If it was just my own life I ruined I could live with it,” he said. Once he had the chance to end it all but that was a one-way ticket to doom your soul. However maybe that was what he deserved after all that. Junaid was just too selfish to do that. He wanted to live.
That aside, Greyson told him he could keep a secret. And Jun just had to believe him on his words. “This summer I’m going to run away from the facility. I hate everything about it. The muggles who live there are the worst. Many bad people ran away with me from my country and ended up there while the good remained in the war at home. They hate me because they have found out I am different. They found my magic stuff. It will get dangerous and I will have to hurt some people to get out. If I don’t show up for school next year, assume I’m dead and don’t come looking for me,” he told the Gryffindor with a serious look. It was worth the gamble. He’d finally be an adult soon which meant he could rent places in the wizarding world and get a job for the summer. He only had to rend a room for the months he wasn’t at school, so he had hope. “Or maybe, if you really hate it that much at your home, you could come with me? We’ll be free.” The idea suddenly popped in his head and it didn’t even seem so bad. If there were two of them the rent would be even more affordable. “And please don’t tell any teachers. I don’t want to lose my badge it means a lot to me.” Again, here he went being selfish. He talked about running away from authority and still wanted to keep his. What a miserable person he was.
“Sorry. It was an automatic response. I-I thought you were going to hit me.” Yeah right… Now Jun wasn’t even believing his own lies. He seemed to have the guy’s attention with the tattoo and decided to focus on that. Hopefully Greyson would just ignore what happened previously. “Here?” The Hufflepuff touched his left shoulder plate. That’d be a nice spot, he thought.
“Oooh,” Jun blinked at the explanation as he still didn’t get it even if he acted like it all made sense. So, kinks were things that woke you up? He could get behind that. Why would someone embarrass you for things that woke you? That made no sense. “Hm.. For me freshly baked baklava,” he said in a dreamy voice. Yes, anyone could wake him with that and he wouldn’t be mad about it. “I can see why being tied up would do it for you. I don’t think I’d be able to sleep either,” he said as if he was a wise man. But he had honestly no clue what he was talking about. “Well, old people in your country are boring then. Arab seniors are the coolest ever. Especially my great uncle. He got me this Alshaysha for my birthday to my mother’s horror.”
Something even Jun had never seen coming occurred. During his almost one and a half year at Hogwarts he never displayed anger. Because he believed anger got you nowhere. Greyson managed to hit a rare button. The Hufflepuff stood up and slammed his hands on the table. “Probably fine?” Junaid hissed and brought his head very close to Greyson’s. It was as if a hidden side of his being woke up after a long slumber. Years of suppressing every suffering. It was just being shrugged off by someone he thought was his friend. Junaid was older and had his height advantage. He pulled Greyson up by his collar and looked at him with intense grey eyes that almost shot white flames out of them. “Did Gabriel get-” He didn’t know the English word and for once he was grateful. “My sister Suhana got her innocence taken by force. She suffered and never fully recovered. Only because she is my sister. Her fiancé called off the wedding because she is no longer pure and suited for marriage. There will never be a happy ending for her. Because I was overconfident I wouldn’t get caught. Yaman, I convinced him we’d be fine. We wouldn’t get caught. Where is he now? Buried beneath the ground because I couldn’t wait with making out until we got home,” he hissed before he had to take a breather. Worst of all was that Junaid had to live with the guilt of having left him behind. When he broke lose from the attackers, he should’ve gone back into the school building to help but instead he fled like the coward he was.
“I was arrogant and over confident. How could I not be? My family adored me. I was the only son, so it was easy to by my parents’ favorite. My grandparents, aunts and uncles all adored me till the point I drove my own cousins jealous. No wonder I felt like I could take on the world. I was good at everything, sports, school and very popular with the girls. At some point I even lost count of how many mothers wanted to engage their very willing daughters to me. I had it all and many boys of my ages despised me. Especially the muggles who couldn’t stand I like the others in my family had magic. Honestly I don’t even think it was the act which got Yaman killed. It was because he was with me. They just used it as an excuse to cover their hate and jealousy. Islam is a religion of peace, we should never hurt anyone not even a sinner. Anyone who does that isn’t a real Muslim. They wanted me to fall from grace. And I sure fell hard,” he spat it all out and then deflated. Junaid felt empty left with nothing but the anger he had been pushing away fort he last two years. He pushed Greyson back in his seat and went back to his own. What was supposed to be a special day got ruined for him. Jun had never felt this awful at Hogwarts. This castle was his special safe place.
"Why the hell would I like it, Jun? Man, this wasn't how my life was meant to go, I - you wouldn't understand, and I don't like my uncle 'cause he's a traitor so why the hell should I like living with him? Why should I like going to school where he's decided to teach at? He's only doing it to make my life a goddamn living hell. That's the only reason." With each word that he bit out between gritted teeth, heat coursed through Greyson's body, his fists clenching and temper rising. He wanted to punch something - hell, he wanted to punch the boy in front of him, for baiting this type of answer out of him, but instead he shook his head, turning away from his face.
Jaw clenched, still pissed, Greyson just nodded as Jun went into a spiel about how this Allah bloke was all mighty and stuff. Sounded like a crock of shit, and there Jun went, mentioning how he ruined lives without going into details. The dude was a freaking secret tease, that's what he was. It was irritating as all hell.
But then finally, Jun said something that caught his attention - that he was going to run away from the 'facility.' "What facility?" he asked, too curious to stop himself. Is that where Jun stayed when at Hogwarts? Then the dude started saying that they found his magic stuff and he shook his head, "Dude, get the ministry to obliviate you or make some shit up. They're not gonna hate you if they reckon you're crazy. Maybe send you to St. Mungos or something..." When Jun suggested that maybe Greyson could run away with him, he shrugged. Maybe he could, yeah. It depended on whether he was still alive by the time Jun got the balls to run away. Probably wouldn't be a long time with Jun's bitching about possibly losing his prefect badge.
Was... was this kid really talking about baklava being his kink? What the... the hell... "So baking does it for you? 'Cause I'll tell you what. I like to bake a lot," Greyson said, a smirk twisting at his lips. Not in the same way Jun did, but the other way? Hell yeah he did. He had an assortment of plants and herbs to help him get baked too, stashed in the bottom of his trunk in a hidden compartment. Greyson barked out a laugh at Jun's words, I don't think I'd be able to sleep either. "Yeah, man. I don't reckon sleeping's the point."
Jun lost his shit a minute late, slamming his hands on the table and moving close to him, hissing out that things were not fine, and then the little wanker gripped his shirt, yanking him up. The words leaving the guy's mouth were harsh, horrible. Confessing that his sister had gotten - and that her fiance though she wasn't pure for him anymore. Then something about a guy called Yaman, being murdered because they were caught 'making out.' Immediately, guilt washed over Greyson. Last time... but it made sense now, why the guy was so goddamn repressed, 'cause life time his boyfriend got necked for it. "All that, Jun, it's shit. It fucking sucks that it happened, but you're not a sinner. You don't need to repent. Your sister... that's not your fault. It's not your fault either that... that dude got murdered. You wanted to kiss your boyfriend, and so bloody what? If Islam's meant to be a bloody peaceful religion, one that's forgiving, then I'm pretty freakin' sure that murdering someone is worse than kissing them. If your... Allah, doesn't see that, then that's messed up."
Shaking his head, Greyson raked his fingers through his hair. "Man, my life... you said that Gabe hasn't been through... you don't know what we've been through. Our mum and sisters got murdered by the ministry, caught in the crosshairs of a fight. What the hell did a newborn ever do to them? What did my three year old sister? What did my mum? We were out with our dad and uncle at the time, and Gabe and me got split up for years. He went with our good old bloody traitor uncle while I went on the run with my dad for three years who's a -" His dad wasn't a good person, he knew this by now. But as a kid? Shit no. "I watched my dad murder my cousin's dad, and then I got him arrested. He's in Azkaban, and it's all my fault. Mine. If I hadn't been stupid, if I hadn't... he'd be here. I don't know if things would be better, but he wouldn't hate my guts."
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Aug 28, 2019 19:36:38 GMT
Greyson was more angry than usual. Jun hated himself for poking into it but he wanted to understand his friend so he could help him. Or at least be there for him when needed. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I don’t understand but I’m trying too. I want to be your friend,” he told the Gryffindor and bit on the inside of his cheek. “Did you like Hogwarts before your uncle started teaching here?” Junaid thought of the man, he didn’t have much of an opinion. History was a hard class because he never grew up hearing these stories. Heck before coming here, he didn’t know anything about the country except he was told it was cold. That much was true. English rainstorms scared him. The Hufflepuff took mental note to approach the History teacher tomorrow after class*. He studied the other boy trying to control his anger. “You can punch me if you want, just do it on my upper arm. Just this one time, I won’t be your punching bag. Or we can find a floor bag those are very good punching bags too.” No Jun wasn’t a masochist if he knew what that word meant. He was just so used to being beaten up at the refuge building or even by British muggles on the street. If he could help a friend with it, he wouldn’t mind. A bruise on the upper arm could be healed easily.
“The refuge center, I’m forced to stay there until I can get my citizenship. It is basically prison maybe worse because the doors of the rooms don’t have locks. I have a lot of enemies there so I always have to sleep with one eye open if I can sleep at all.” It was horrid enough when he was just that weird kid going to a special school. When the video leaked among the group, he actually had to dodge death two times already. He shook his head. “They’re muggles. The Ministry doesn’t do much they say I should be happy enough that they let me complete my studies at Hogwarts. If I’m reckless and they find out about magic, they will stop funding my studies,” he explained Greyson.
The Hufflepuff nodded. “The scent of honey can get me up from bed immediately. I love sweet things. Oh! You love baking too?! Let’s do it together some day!” He cheered like a little kid. Oh Merlin he had no clue where this would head.
There was no fun or baking happening now however. All crumbed up emotions had just started pouring out. When he deflated afterwards, an empty and embarrassed feeling was left. Jun had never lost his cool like this before. “My sins… are arrogance and recklessness. Everything could’ve been prevented had I been more careful and more kind,” he mumbled. Which was why he had been those two things to the extreme since he got here. It was exhausting at first but he got used to it. Tears stained his eyes but he refused to let them fall. “I-I should’ve...” There were so many things at so many moments he could or should have done. Yet he had to deal with the outcome he got.
Junaid didn’t look up until Greyson started sharing his story. He blinked and felt a heavy bubble in his chest for the sake of the Gryffindor. “It’s not your fault,” he said as soon as the other boy finished. “Your father murdering your cousin’s dad… Was his decision, he got himself arrested by committing that crime. Yaman’s murderers they got… Free off with just a warning because the boy they killed was a filthy haram practice. Those boys are someone’s family too, just like your dad was your family. Their family defended their crimes, I hope you won’t defend your father’s. No matter what your cousin’s dad did, murdering someone is never the answer. Would you be happier if you covered for your father?” Junaid tried to share what he thought but he had a hard time putting it in words without rambling. “No, I don’t believe that. I cannot look into his mind but good parents never hate their children. My dad, he tried to hate me and condemn me for what I did. But I saw how much pain he put himself through for the sake of that. Even if I tore the family apart, even if he claimed I was dead to him. I saw his eyes and didn’t believe him.”
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Sept 8, 2019 10:44:11 GMT
I want to be your friend. Greyson didn't have friends except for maybe Kaylie and Rosa who had disappeared somewhere. But a Hufflepuff trying to befriend him? It was unheard of. He was asked a minute later if he'd liked Hogwarts before his uncle started and letting out a derisive snort, Greyson shook his head. "Shit, no. Now he's just here to watch me mess stuff up - before he was getting sent letters nearly every freakin' week, man, 'cause these Professors are buzzkills who have nothing better to do with their goddamn time then meddle in their students lives," Greyson bit out.
When Jun offered to be his punching bag, however, Greyson sent him a look that practically screamed, 'are you alright in the head?' because why would Jun want to get voluntarily beat up? Like, he understood why he did. He liked the pain, feeling something other than numb. "Let me get this right - you want to be my friend and you want me to punch you? Dude, what's wrong with you? Get off on being hit or something?"
"Til you can... oh, 'cause you're not a Brit or something? That why? Shit, if you can stay here nine months of the year, why d'you have to go back there? Can't you crash at a mates instead of there or something?" This refuge center sounded like a steaming pile of garbage and this... weird, soft dude who liked to bake and smoke and wanted to be his friend didn't deserve to stay there. "If it's that bad, come crash at mine. I'll stash you under the bed or some crap. They can't force you to stay there, right? Like, what happens if you just don't go back?"
Let's do it together. Immediately, a smirk curled at Greyson's lips and he wiggled his brows at Jun. "Hell yeah, man. Let's do it together," he said, voice a double entendre. He knew the dude meant baking sweets or whatever, but... in Greyson's world, that's not what it meant to get baked, and the words to 'do it together' held a lot of possibilities.
"You're a sixteen year old, man. All goddamn sixteen year olds are arrogant and reckless and not perfect. That's just an unrealistic expectation," Greyson said, eyes rolling. It was harsh, yeah, and he was starting to sound like a goddamn therapist from St. Mungos but hell. Maybe the kid needed some tough love, right? Horrifyingly, Jun started welling up and immediately, Greyson wished he was carrying a flask on him or something 'cause he didn't really deal well with crying especially when it came from boys who weren't supposed to cry. "You should've, could've, would've. Can't change the past, right? It blows but it's too late now."
"Yeah, and it's not your fault that some bunch of homophobic wankers decided to murder your boyfriend, man. They did it. It was their goddamn hands or wands or whatever they used. Not yours. You didn't make them," Greyson said, shaking his head vehemently. Jun was asking if he'd be happier if he covered for his father and hell... maybe he would have been because then he wouldn't feel so goddamn guilty for sentencing his own flesh and blood to Azkaban and torture for the rest of his life. But he didn't tell Jun that, instead clenching his jaw. Jun's next words tried to convince him that his father didn't hate him, and immediately, Greyson was snapping. "Bullshit. You don't know my father. You don't know what he feels."
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Sept 12, 2019 15:40:12 GMT
Junaid sipped his tea and listened to Greyson ranting about Professors. The Gryffindor complained that teachers had nothing better to do than meddle with students’ lives. “Well… It is kind of their job. I’m sure they mean well but they don’t know how. Which ones bother you most? I can talk to them on your behalf if you want. Prefects aren’t only here to punish people, you know?” He tried to think positive in solutions, but he feared the reaction he might get.
“Eh? No wait!” When Greyson put it like that it sounded a little strange indeed. Then why did he suggest it, because a moment ago Jun was certain he wanted it. Did he really seek punishment after all? Confliction was written over his face. How could he unweird this? “Oh! That’s it, we should go boxing! Then we can punch without hurting each other badly,” he suggested. Fighting sports were very popular right? There should be a place they could hit it off.
The Hufflepuff nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. “Yes, after school is over, I’ll have to go back until my procedure is done. They said I was lucky enough that they allowed me to go to school. They’re muggles, so I’m sure the Ministry has done something,” he said and shook his head at the other question. “That’d be too much to ask, I don’t want to be someone else’s burden again. Besides, I don’t have many friends,” he sighed and rubbed the cup of tea he was holding. While he socialized a lot, how many people would consider him their friend? His big grey eyes widened in shock at Greyson’s next suggestion. “You shouldn’t,” he gasped and shook his head. If Professor Avery really was as strict as Greyson claimed, that’d be bad for the twins. And he didn’t even want to imagine what’d happen if a white kid entered that place. “I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me,” he told the other guy. What would happen if he didn’t go back? “Then I’ll become an illegal. Unless… They won’t find out.” Little radars started spinning in his head, but he quickly shook his head. “No, that’d cause trouble with the Ministry. Stupid me.”
Knowing they’d have another meet up where they’d bake was a great thought. “I’ll look forward to it. If you have anything special you want to try, please take it with you,” he told the other boy with a beaming smile. Even if they’d decide he couldn’t stay in this country, Junaid was set on making great memories to forget about the bad.
Junaid stared at the teardrops on his hand as if they were something he had never seen before. It was a rare occurrence. Boys were told that being emotional was a sign of weakness so he like everyone else kept it to himself. Letting it go in front of someone was a great shame. He felt the embarrassment, it was suffocating. Greyson’s words did get through him and he managed to dry his tears. “You’re right,” he mumbled when he had control again. “I’ll just have to do better in the future.” That was why he came to this country in the first place right? To have a fresh start.
What if I didn’t really love him? Because if I did, I probably wouldn’t have left him behind. Perhaps that thought was the most haunting of all. But he didn’t dare to say it. Love was a confusing thing he had no knowledge of. The guilt didn’t vanish after this. However, he did feel a little relieved having shared his story with someone without getting thrown rocks at him. Jun was a little taken aback however by Greyson’s reaction. “I’m sorry, I indeed don’t know what he thinks. I do know that if he dared to hold a grudge against you for it, he is a… shitty parent.” Junaid never used curse words, so it took him a while to find one. Greyson could hate him for saying this, he didn’t mind. But he wanted to tell the other boy what he thought. “You were… How old when it happened?” GREYSON AVERY,
Post by GREYSON AVERY on Sept 27, 2019 10:05:08 GMT
Immediately, Greyson adopted a high-pitched voice to imitate Jun, saying, "I'm Junaid and boy, oh boy, do I love the Professors. They just always do the right thing, just like me, and if I ask them to stop then they immediately obey me because I have the face of an angel." Wait, no. That sounded... screw it. Clearing his throat, loudly, Greyson decided not to let either of them focus on the 'face of an angel' bit because yeah, that was a bit... not straight, wasn't it?
"What the hell is the point in boxing if you're not hurting each other? Bare boxing, hell yeah. Gloving up? No. Couldn't imagine anything worse. I wanna feel it when you smack me across the face and make me bleed," Greyson declared, baring his teeth at Jun and only half-jokingly at that. Was he a sucker for punishment? He sure freaking was.
I don't have many friends. Neither did he, but he wasn't wussy enough to admit it out loud, and he watched with an unimpressed expression as Jun all of a sudden started spiralling downward over the idea of becoming an illegal... whatever that meant. "Then just become legal?"
Greyson was done about talking about sad shit like Jun's boyfriend and his dad and he didn't bother to answer Jun's question about how old he was when the whole shit with his father happened. "Come on, man, let's get outta here and I'll go give you a tattoo, hey?" Again, he was half-joking as he grabbed Jun's arm, steering him towards the door and nodding at Jun's belongings. "Elves'll bring this stuff back to your dorm, now let's go have some fun." With that, the two of them were gone and heading towards Greyson's 'surprise' destination.
