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 Apr 25, 2020 15:15:14 GMT
Junaid did as he said he would. He had never been so certain of a decision in his life. While he didn't know what this would mean for his future was a worry for tomorrow. There was no turning back from here. He was done with putting up with the treatment he got from the other men in the refugee center. While he could deal with the bullying and beating the last shove to push him over the edge was them burning his school books and uniform. Of course they were only jealous. Jun got to go to private school while the others were stuck inside. However it was hard to feel sorry for them when they were being such jerks.
With the stuff he managed to save he took the train from London to Hogsmaede. It was a long journey which gave him some time to reflect. Hopefully his friend could offer him a temporary place to stay. Jun did plan to find a place for himself but before he could afford that he'd need to find a summer job. Preferably one which he could continue working on in the Hogsmaede weekends. Good thing Grey and his family lived in Hogsmaede which made finding a job there lots easier.
Walking through Hogsmaede during the summer break gave a strange feeling of nostalgia. It had been a while since they've been allowed here but the new school year promised good things. When Junaid stopped for the correct house number he took a look for a moment. Sweet Allah, Jun knew the Avery family had money but this house was larger than he imagined it to be. Well here went nothing. The busted and blue Hufflepuff rang the doorbell and waited. He had no idea who would open.
With a cigarette shoved between his lips and his limbs sprawled across the messy bed he was laying on, Greyson wondered just how long it would be until his ickle 'Uncle' Graham stormed into his room to bitch about him smoking inside again. He gave it, at best, five minutes and to pass the time, he racked through the most ridiculous explanations he could give Graham to piss him off after he demanded to know why Greyson couldn't just go outside if he had to smoke.
Exhaling the smoke, Greyson flicked the ash into the bowl on his beside table when he heard the doorbell and... huh? He could count the number of times someone had rang the doorbell over the last five years on his hands. Usually when people visited, they just flooed or apparated into the house.
Shoving off his bed, overcome with curiousity, Greyson sauntered to the front door with his lit cigarette held between his fingers and yanked it open. The person he saw on the other side was the last one he expected. "Jun?" he said, eyebrows creasing. But then he took in his appearance, the battered and blue face of the boy, and he scowled hard.
Reaching out, Greyson all but gripped Jun's arm, jerking him forward inside the house and slamming the door shut behind him. Who knew if the person responsible for Jun looking like he'd been hit across the face with a bag of bricks was following him? Whoever it was, Greyson could take them on in a fight, he was sure of it, but still - he didn't want some twat showing up on his doorstep in the middle of the night. "What the hell happened? You look like shit, Zalayat."
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Apr 29, 2020 16:32:50 GMT
A huge smile appeared on Jun’s face when he saw his friend again. “Ah! Greyson good evening,” he said casually like it was the most normal thing ever to show up at this time in the condition he was. Jun wasn’t sure what he had expected Greyson’s reaction to be but being pulled in. “Wooah!” The Hufflepuff blinked as he found himself standing in the hallway, flinching at the sound of the door being shut close.
“I did it Greyson! I stood my ground and I left!” Grey eyes were still wide from the wild ride of today, he was quite proud of himself. He grabbed hold of the Gryffindor’s shoulders to shake him only to flinch in pain. “Ow, ow ow,” he hissed and checked his hand palms. “Auch, it seems I burned my hands trying to save some of my stuff,” he said as his expression turned a little sad.
His eyes then fell on the clock and a pink shade crept on his face. “By Allah, look at that time. I didn’t know the train journey was that long. I’m so sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you,” he mumbled an apology before gathering his courage again. “I was wondering if I could stay the night. You’re my only friend who gave an address and ehh… The others don’t really know about my whole situation so I thought I’d best come to you so I didn’t have to explain it all,” he smiled ever so sweet. “Perhaps…. If possible slightly longer. I plan to find a job so I can rent a little place but right now I don’t have much.” GREYSON AVERY
It was really bloody weird seeing a bruised and battered Jun smiling at him, and Greyson didn't bother to even attempt smiling back. He was still confused, even more so when he looked down at Jun's hands which were burned. How the hell were his palms... "What the fuck did they do, Jun? Why - rescue what stuff? Did they set in on fire? Who the..." Letting out a frustrated growl because Jun wasn't explaining anything, Greyson's grip on Jun's wrist only tightened because, "Before you start bitching about me hurting you, I'm taking you to the bathroom for... the salve... crap you get from the hospital. Scars are hot and shit, but not when they're all over your hands, man."
Practically dragging Jun behind him like he was a ragdoll instead of a human being, Greyson listened with one ear as Jun made apologies and just... rambled in general. Pushing open the door to the bathroom, Greyson finally relinquished Jun's wrist and nodded at the bathtub. "Sit your arse down while I find this bloody stuff," he ordered, stubbing out the half-lit cigarette from between his lips on the sink before opening the cabinet above it to find what he needed.
As he searched - Merlin, how many tubes of balms and salves and potions did they need? - Greyson finally answered Jun's early question, "Stay as long as you want. You'll probably have to sleep in my room and put up with my uncle's moaning about my general existence, but it should be fine." A dangerous smirk graced Greyson's lips and he glanced over his shoulder to tease, "Hope you're not squeamish about sharing a bed with me. I promise not to touch - I mean, unless you ask me too very nicely.
Now he had some time to breath after finally reaching his safe destination, Junaid slowly had time to progress the adrenaline rush he was hyper on. He also started to notice he was in more pain than he originally thought. “I eh...” He started checking his own bruises and wasn’t surprised by Greyson's reaction anymore. He felt like he owed Greyson an explanation and there was no point at hiding stuff from people that tried to help.
“I’m used to them yelling at me or punching me when they feel like. They hate me because I get to go to a school and they’re stuck inside. The video that spiraled around of me only made things worse,” he bit down his lip as he thought back of that specific video. It captured the last moments of Yaman’s life. “Today they found my school stuff and well… Stuff on witchcraft doesn’t sit very well with terrified muggles. So they tried to burn all of it to cast the evil away.” Jun had no idea how he was going to get a full set of books and uniforms for the next term. At least his wand was safe. “Ow ow-” He hissed when Greyson’s grip tightened but stayed quiet as he was told. “I do think I’ve enough scars already,” he mumbled to himself, preferring not to expand on them. An eyebrow arched up. “Are scars considered hot?”
“Woah-” Jun allowed Grey to drag him around like a being without limbs. He found himself being dragged into a bathroom and sat down on the bathtub obediently.
His face lit up again when Greyson told him he could stay. “Really? Thank you so much!” He cheered in relief but then turned a little pink around the cheeks when Greyson told him he would sleep in his bed. “Share your - oh… oh my,” he gasped and tried to keep his cool. He wanted to suggest sleeping on the floor instead but decided against it. Why, he didn’t know. “I’ve been touched enough today. Perhaps tomorrow,” he said without fully knowing what Greyson meant with the words. He was a bit clueless.
Greyson listened to Jun's explanation, his lips slowly curling into a snarl as the boy talked because bloody muggles. What the hell was wrong with them? Thinking they had the right to set Jun's stuff alight because they were icky little babies afraid of the big bad witchcraft? "What did they think you were going to do with your school books and uniform? Throw them at them?"Okay, maybe Greyson would have done that. He had good aim too, so watching them get smacked in the head with a massive tome would have been satisfying. But Jun? He couldn't even harm a fly. He was pretty sure that if Jun ever saw a snot-nosed firstie trip over, he'd cry on their behalf. "So what shit did you manage to save?"
Jun's eyebrow raised merited once from Greyson in return, promptly followed by a derisive snort. "Yeah, burns from trying to rescue books aren't," he said before continuing, "but scars from actual badass stuff? Hell yeah they are. If you got in a fight and ended up with a scar across your face, the boys - uh, sorry, girls -" Like he actually believed that, "- would practically fall to their knees when they saw it." Although, to be fair, they probably already would. Greyson wasn't blind as a bat, Jun was hot like burning. It's just his goody-two-shoes act that turned people off.
"Oh my," Greyson mocked, adopting what he dubbed best 'sweet innocent Jun' voice before barking out a laugh. It was amusing, watching Jun squirm. Finally seizing the tub he was after, Greyson sank to his knees in front of Jun, eyebrows wiggling at him. "Before you get your hopes up, I'm just going to put cream on your hands." Although he knew his hilarious sexual innuendo would be lost on Jun, it still made Greyson smirk to himself as he twisted open the lid on the jar of ointment then dipped his finger in, liberally applying said ointment onto the burned skin of Jun's hands.
Junaid bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged at Greyson’s question. “Perhaps they feared I’d cast evil upon them. Turn them all into lovers of men-” While it could sound like a joke, there was a big chance that this was exactly the case. People often feared things they never understood. Junaid didn’t blame them to be honest. He just felt sad that they were blinded by their fears. Perhaps if their lives were at a better point in life, they could learn some kindness. “U., I’ll have to check,” he blinked up when asked what was safe. The Hufflepuff took his huge shoulder bag off which had the size of a sporting bag and emptied on the bathroom floor. A scent of smoke and burned paper and fabric filled the room. Junaid coughed and waved the air away. “Ugh, this smells worse than your breath even,” he tried to tease Greyson back, picking up a little of the Gryffindor’s own game. A playful little smile shone proudly on the Hufflepuff’s face. After his moment of glory, he went through the stuff. It was as if a lot of what held him back had suddenly fallen off, now he was free.
“They didn’t really touch my personal stuff. My shisha is still good for a couple of more smokes and it seems I don’t have to ask you to borrow your underwear. Thank Allah,” he was released. Jun picked up a blackened dented prefect badge and bit his lip. “I’ll probably have to ask Professor Savage if she can fix this, it’s not beyond repair.” He picked up a book which once was a charms study book but when he tried to turn the pages they turned to ash. “Oh, eh… we can scratch that off the list.” Most books noted and other school equipment was unusable. The Hufflepuff sweater due to being wool had survived the damage but shirts, pants, the tie and robes were looking worse for wear. “I was lucky to carry my wand with me.”
“Eh is that so?” There went Jun’s hopes of trying to find someone. Better heal these burn wounds then. That was when Greyson mentioned that scars from fights were considered attractive. His hand reached towards his ribs on the left side and he swallowed. He didn’t touch it because his hands were hurting. “I personally hate this scar, it is a reminder of my failure. I don’t think how anyone could consider failure hot…” He moved his attention to Greyson and started studying him. “Greyson, do you have scars?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
“Oh, shut it, you,” Junaid flustered at the mockery and playfully kicked Greyson’s leg. He huffed and shook his head at his friend’s reaction. Greyson seemed to have found the right tube and Junaid watched him kneel. “I guess these uncool scars are enough to get you on your knees,” he mumbled casually, chuckling softly. How could Greyson be so kind and mean at the same time? Junaid didn’t know but it was what he really liked about the Gryffindor. The eyebrow wiggling combined with Greyson’s cheeky smirk were enough to get the Hufflepuff puffy again. “Oi, you definitely make a dirty comment there. I’ve known you long enough to know what that face means. I don’t know all the English metaphors, but I don’t trust that face of yours, Avery,” he frowned as his cheeks coloured up. Jun hissed as the cream was applied but managed to keep himself from kicking Greyson.
"Yeah, well, if wanting to shag guys means you're evil then I guess I'm guilty," Greyson said, snorting. Even though he was mostly straight, he made some exceptions if he was interested enough. Whatever, sexuality was fluid, right? If he wanted in someone's pants enough then it didn't matter what was actually in them. He could work with whatever if he was hot enough for the person.
The scent of smoke drifted into Greyson's nostrils and shit, he wished his cigarette was still lit. He could do with a drag or two. "Yeah, but does it smell worse than your breath in the morning?" Greyson shot back, lips twitching at the jab of the burned remains smelling like his smoker's breath. If Greyson found things cute - which he didn't, he wasn't some girl - then maybe Jun's proud little smile after sassing him was a little bit adorable.
"Jun, if you asked to borrow my underwear, then you'd be disappointed." Seeing as Greyson was skinny as a rake, and Jun was a lot more built than he was, the few pairs of underwear he did own would be way too small... and no doubt, the Hufflepuff would be bitching to him about it not fitting. He didn't want to put up with that. Greyson watched Jun pulled out burned, singed belonging after belonging, before eventually saying, "Well, screw it. Books are for losers anyway. You can borrow that shit from the school library, or just use mine - I'm not using it anyway." He had no solutions for the clothes unless... "Hey, Gabe's uniform's would probably fit you. We can steal some if you want. They'd be pristine because the dick has a serious OCD complex and doesn't like dirt."
Jun's hand moved to his ribs and he mentioned a scar, one that Greyson didn't even know he had. "Show me and I'll be the judge of that," he said, before stopping abruptly as Jun asked if he had any scars. It took a while before he muttered darkly, "Not any scars you can see." But if you looked at Greyson's insides? He was littered with them, covered in scars so deep that they never stood a chance of healing in the first place. When you had a childhood like his... a father like his... well, it made sense that it left you damaged.
"Yeah, well, maybe when you understand the metaphors better, you'll realise what I'm talking about," Greyson said, smirk positively wicked. He wasn't about to make it easy and explain what he'd been joking about to Jun. He wondered if he could make the boy so curious he asked someone else or looked it up in the library - that would have him doubled over laughter. "You don't trust my face, Zalayat? Don't know why. People have told me I have the face of an angel before." It was such bullshit, nobody had ever said that, but it was funny bullshit if you asked Grey.
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on May 9, 2020 18:02:36 GMT
Greyson's argument was meant well but it left Junaid with a dead panned expression even if a faint colour change on his face was present . "I'm… Pretty sure they'll consider you to be evil regardless of who you share your bed with," he said though it came out as a joke it probably held the truth. Almost everything about Greyson would not be approved in his community. Perhaps that was why Jun was drawn towards the Gryffindor. He had expected Greyson to be more of a ladies' man. Still the knowledge of him doing crazy things with guys didn't come as a surprise. It still was a strange thought that people younger than him already had experienced such wild things like sex. How did such things even happen? Then again Greyson just said he only wanted to do It. Jun highly expected he had sex already and wasn't just making up cool stories. "Have you actually done it? W-what is it like?" He asked, too curious for his own sake.
The good Hufflepuff boy chuckled and shook his head at the question. "Of course not. I brush my teeth twice a day like a healthy person. Sometimes even more, I tend to use a lot of garlic in my food," he told the other guy plain and easy. One thing he was really proud of was his personal hygiene. Sometimes the British could be a little less active on that matter which was a shame.
"Huh? Why would I be? Don't tell me you don't wear any at all?!" He said in shock, his face paling. What if Greyson's sensitive down there skin got stuck in a zipper. Man, this guy really was crazy… All the other stuff, Jun could handle but this went too far for his sanity.
Greyson said books were for losers and something about it just sat wrong with him. "In some countries girls are fighting to be able to get education. Where I am from people wagered their lives every day when they came out of their houses," he mumbled, feeling a bit of frustration for the first time. He frowned and didn't look Greyson in the eye. While Greyson probably didn't mean it like that, flashbacks to the past made Junaid angry with the privileged British people taking what they had for granted. "I suppose I can borrow them…" Junaid sighed and rubbed his temples, he didn't want to stay in this negative state. After some deep breathing, he got himself to look back at the tattooed boy. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get all that serious. I'll talk to Gabriel about the school uniform, I hope he won't mind."
The scar on his rib was not one Junaid was willing to share so quickly. A lot of hardship and pain came with it. He was reluctant to show it at first, giving a stern expression. Then Greyson shared the painful information of having non visible scars and Junaid was convinced. That was right, Greyson probably had the same feelings of pain and trauma. His were just locked in his heart and memories. They were just two guys so it shouldn't be strange to show off a torso… Right? Junaid lifted his shirt and showed the scars that was a result of a knife attack on his rib. A little higher or lower and they would've gotten between the ribs right in his lung or heart. Jun looked down at his own body. He was still quite muscular but a lot less than he could've been if he still played Quidditch and football. Perhaps he should try out for Hufflepuff.
Junaid pouted and huffed. "See you really are evil keeping stuff from me like that. Fine, I'll find out without your help," he declared the war of metaphors. One day Greyson could no longer hide them from him. Jun burst into laughter at Greyson's likely lie. "Yeah right. A fallen angel maybe. You're both a jerk and a sweet guy at the same time," he said, jumping off the bathtub now his hands were healed. As he stood he held out a hand to Greyson to help him up again. "Hmmm… since this is the start of living my free life, I feel like doing something I've never done before," he mused and went through his options. "I've never understood the hype around alcohol but perhaps I should give it a shot. Oh… Never mind, the shops are closed."
Greyson snorted abrasively as Jun implied that he'd be considered evil regardless of whether he shared a bed with men or not. Yeah, it was probably true - more than once, he'd had the word evil spat in his direction... usually when he called people out for their bullshit, or made a particularly 'nasty' remark that held some truth to it. Before he could muse any further on the subject though, Jun was prying and Greyson took on a wicked smirk. "Done what? Sleep with guys?" he asked, eyebrows wiggling. He had, and quite thoroughly as well. Maybe Jun ought to ask his dorm-mate about it. "Depends on the person. Some of them are shit in bed, some of them are great." He shrugged with one shoulder.
"Aren't you a curious little 'puff today, Zalayat? First asking me what it's like to shag men, and now asking if I wear underwear. If I didn't know better -" Oh, but he did. "- I'd say you just want to picture me naked." The urge to tell Jun that he could just show him was large, but he wanted to watch him squirm first - and the guy had issues. He'd probably hightail it the hell out of the house, blubbering and red as a tomato, if Greyson offered to strip down in front of him.
Greyson hadn't asked for sob stories of girls fighting for an education, or people at high risk of getting killed. He'd been making fun of the situation, trying to make Jun feel better about his books being burned to crisps, and not for the first time... Jun took something he said far too personally. That was a Jun problem, not a him problem, and he wasn't going to apologise for it. Instead, he said, "Gabe won't give a shit and if he does, I'll just nick it out of the room instead."
It caught Greyson off-guard when Jun actually lifted his shirt, but he wasn't about to start bitching about it, instead letting himself shamelessly look at Jun's naked, tanned torso. Like he'd said, Jun was hot like burning - shit, Greyson wasn't too straight to deny that - and it wasn't a bad sight at all. From where he knelt on the ground, Greyson's fingers moved quickly, skimming lightly over Jun's muscled stomach before tracing the scar on his side. "Told you. Hot," he said, flashing his teeth in a brief smile.
"Good luck," Greyson said, amused, before blinking as Jun said he was a jerk and sweet. He didn't think he'd ever heard anyone say that last part in regards to him - he was a shithead, and he made sure everyone knew it too. Sparing a glance at the helping hand Jun offered, Greyson ignored it because they were still burned. He wasn't about to make it worse by putting his weight on it, and instead, he pushed himself up onto his feet himself. "I have booze in my room. Tons of it, if that's what you want."
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on May 18, 2020 7:42:31 GMT
The topic of intimacy always put Jun on edge. The Brits were so casual about it, like it was no big deal. But he was a teenage boy and he was curious. It was not like his father was there to do the talk with him. Jun flustered a little at the smirk and eyebrow wiggle. “Uhm, yes…. And just s-” He couldn’t believe he had trouble saying the word. “Sex,” he whispered with a red face, fretting with the sleeves of his shirt. “Ah… you did it, then,” he gasped and shook his head. Of course, Greyson had done it. “I-I’ve always wondered. Uhm, you know I wanted to know in case… It happens… H-how do you do it good? I-I’d want my partner to have a good time. I don’t want to be shit.” Gosh, this was embarrassing. Someone of his age was expected to have some sort of knowledge. Heck he wouldn’t even know what girl parts look like or how two guys would do it.
“Greyson! Bad!” Junaid smacked the boy’s thigh for being so dirty. “Jeez,” he huffed and crossed his arms. At this point he still wasn’t convinced Grey wore underwear. “Take off your pants, you’re dodging the question,” he demanded with dominant prefect-like body language. Then Jun realized that if Greyson didn’t wear underwear, he’d get flashed. “WAIT! No, k-keep it on,” he quickly muttered after.
The Hufflepuff decide to only nod at the statement on the uniform. It was the best he could do after getting so fed up about things that shouldn’t be discussed now.
Junaid only expected the Gryffindor to look, not actually touch him. “D-don’t touch it like that! You’re making it dirty.” His stomach muscles tensed and flexed when they were being touched. His scar wasn’t even there, damn you Greyson. Jun wasn’t used to being touched, even if this was considerably casual it made him feel dirty. When Grey was done, Jun quickly pushed his shirt back with a bright red face. “What does it matter, it’s not like people will see until we actually get to the point of,” he said, and he made a sexual gesture with his hand. “I’m just showing you because you’re my friend and I trust you but it’s not like I go flash myself like some nudist.”
“Mark my words, Avery. I will figure it out and then you’ll look stupid,” he said with a smug grin even if there was nothing to be smug about. The both were on their feet again. Jun once more checked his hands, they still hurt but at least they’d get better fast with this magic cream. He then nodded at the offer. “Half of the school fawns over it, I’d like to know what the fuzz is about. I’ve already ruined my chances in the afterlife, so why not try to live now?” GREYSON AVERY,
It was interesting to see just how worked up Jun could get over saying one very clinical word. Maybe it made him a 'sinner' or whatever, but Greyson had a lot more filthier ways of saying 'sex', ones that he could say without a hint of shame, that didn't bring even a hint of a colour to his cheeks. With amusement, he wondered just how red he could make Jun if he whispered his preferred terms for sex in his ear - maybe one day he'd find out.
When Jun asked how to do it good, Greyson shrugged. "You're a teenage boy who's... what? Kissed a person at most? Your first time's gonna be shit because you won't know what you're doing. Doesn't matter how much you know beforehand, it goes flying out the window when you see the other person bare arse naked." Maybe it was mean of him to be so upfront and honest but... wasn't it better telling Jun the truth? "Everyone's different anyway. There's no one way of doing things. Just pay attention to the guy you're with and you should be able to tell whether they like it or not."
Next thing he knew, Jun was demanding he strip down and like the good little lion he was, Greyson's fingers moved to his jean button to flick it open. He didn't stop, however, as Jun quickly demanded he keep them on now. "Take them off, keep them on - I'm starting to think you don't have any clue what you want. Should I decide for you?" he asked, button undone now, fingers moving to his zipper as he wiggled his eyebrows at Jun teasingly. He wasn't exactly sure why the Hufflepuff had told him to take off his pants, but it was good he was listening... right? Plus, it was just fun to see Jun squirm at the prospect of him not wearing underwear when he was.
After receiving a chiding from Jun about not touching his scar, Greyson rose back to his feet, shoving his hands in his pocket, and rolling his eyes as Jun vowed to find out what he'd said and why it was dirty. Again, good luck with that. "I'll show you what the fuss is about. C'mon, follow me," he said, moving out of the bathroom and towards his bedroom, all but expecting Jun to trail behind him like a good little puppy dog.
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on May 26, 2020 11:07:31 GMT
Disappointment fell over Junaid’s expression when Greyson shared the first time was probably going to suck. “I’m actually an adult already,” he told his friend and fretted with his burned fingers. “In my home country it would be a matter of graduating and finding a job. Then the marriage would happen. We eh, would wait till the wedding night for the first time. I always thought it was kind of romantic, being terrible together but learning how to be lovers over the years. My sister told me that at least. But in the United Kingdom, people have sex all the time. That means I’ll-” He turned red but also grew determined. “I’ll just have to practice a lot to be the best lover my future wife can imagine!” The Hufflepuff chanted in ambition as he rose a fist in the air. Leaning close to Greyson’s face, he smiled. “Would you like to help me with that?” Big grey eyes shone but blinked when he realized what he said. “With ehh,, finding girls who are willing to- ehh… Y-you know what I mean.”
“Greyson, shut up! Stop!” Jun shouted and got up when the Gryffindor started undressing. He placed his left hand on Greyson’s hands holding the zipper and used his right to push the younger guy against the wall. Having Greyson cornered like this, he noticed they were roughly the same height. He always thought Greyson was shorter because well, he tended to act like a naughty toddler sometimes. Or perhaps because Jun was more muscular than the Gryffindor he just appeared bigger. Greyson’s lips were pink and full, almost like a girl’s… Jun noticed his hand down was getting warm and only then realized where exactly it was located. “Habib Allah! ‘Ana asif!” The Hufflepuff shot to his mother tongue as he pulled back from his power move. Turning back, he couldn’t look Greyson in the eye. He shouldn’t feel so strange right? They were just two guys. That was right, he could face his friend. “Ah! Did I get my cream on your pants? I’m sorry I thought it would’ve been absorbed by the skin by now.” Yes, this was a great cover up. He laughed sheepishly as he waved his hands in the air. Just how convincing was this?
Nodding, Junaid followed Greyson through the hallways. “Woahh, old Scottish houses have so much wood, don’t they?” He looked around the house and smiled. “There are a lot of portraits here. Are these people all your family? Oh! Does that mean there might be a tiny Greyson picture? I want to see it!” GREYSON AVERY,
As Junaid described what would happen in his home country, Greyson tried his best not to grimace in his face because waiting until marriage to crawl into bed together? Sounded like absolute shit and a sure way to disappointment because what if they didn't like the same things in bed? Greyson was only somewhat listening as Jun moved onto the sex in the UK. "Yeah, practice makes perfect," he said, a smirk curling at his lips, one that only grew as Jun asked him to help him out with that. "Finding just girls? Because, y'know... if you ever want to see what it's like with a guy..." Greyson gave him a pointed look, one that read, 'Don't make me spell it out for you, dickhead. I'm saying you can hook up with me.'
It wasn't the first time Greyson had been shoved up against a wall, and it took the breath right out of him - or maybe that was Jun's hand lingering over his zipper, hot and warm. Unfortunately, it was gone a split second later, but that didn't stop Greyson from leering. "Usually, people shove their hand down my pants, not over them," he said, before snorting as Junaid changed the subject to whether or not he got his cream on Greyson's pants. One day... Clicking his tongue at Jun, he pushed himself off the wall and told him bluntly, "That's a shit change of topic, Zalayat. Really, I expected better."
Greyson didn't dignify Jun with a response about the amount of wood in Scottish houses because fuck, he'd fall asleep right there if they started talking about interior design. What a buzzkill. But then Jun said something that made his shoulders tense up, asking if there were any tiny Greyson pictures. There weren't. Partly because his entire life from ages four to seven had gone undocumented - Daddy dearest didn't exactly place importance on taking photos of him when they were on the run - and partly because Greyson didn't want there to be reminders of his childhood. "I play a game with Uncle Graham sometimes - every time he puts a new photo up of me, we see how long it takes me to set it on fire," he said, voice dark.
