untrust us [mason]

[kieran fergal ó flannagáin]

open up a beer, say get over here, im playing video games

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Kieran had only been trying to read his textbook for a half hour and already he was going out of his mind. It didn’t help that his curtains weren’t getting any more interesting, and the words on the page any more engaging. He was itching to get outside, go for a run, make some noise and have some fun, but each time he came close to shutting his book the voice of his mother reprimanded him, making him feel guilty for even considering having an ounce of fun. It was unnerving, really, how that woman could get under his skin.

He was certain that by now the fear of letting her down—or the potential thrashing that resulted from such a disappointment—would have worn off. After all, it wasn’t like his mother was an especially large lady, and he was sure that a few of the blokes he’d gotten into it with had more oomph (or, minimally, more metal) behind their punch that she had in her entire body.

At this point, however, Kieran’s desire to get his blood pumping and do something interesting was beyond the reach of maternally-instilled guilting, and he felt only a slight pang of remorse as he slammed the textbook shut. Reading in bed was a bad idea for him anyway—the only things he did in his bed were sleeping, shagging, and that half-way place in between sleeping and shagging (read as: self love), and as a result attempting to focus on his text was a little bit of a lost cause. After all, who could seriously read about non-explosive potions with shagging (or sleeping) on the mind?

Fortunately for Kieran, his daydreaming hadn’t gone too far, and it wasn’t embarrassing for him to come out of bed wearing only his boxers and a stretched out thermal shirt. Although it was always cool in England, he was still feeling the chills of the damp evenings within the castle’s walls, no matter how large the fires were made. He popped on a pair of shorts to balance himself out (and to avoid any possible genital flashing that was liable to occur if he didn’t), rubbed his hands vigorously through his hair several times, pulled his curtain shut and then headed out to the common room in search of something fun.

When he got out to the common room, however, he was admittedly disappointed. Swallowing he looked around, moving from the window to the couch, where he flopped unambitiously. Maybe this would be a night where no fucks would be given and he’d end up passing out on the couch. He liked the heat of the fire more than the discomfort of being stifled up in his dormitory with eight or so other dudes. No offense to them, but he merely liked his privacy when it came to this sort of thing. For now, though, he wasn’t looking to sleep—he was feeling a bit lonely and was seeking out company above anything else.

[mason benjamin walsh]

mason wasn't one to really just sit around. he tended to get bored when he buckled down to study, though he did tend to force himself into it most of the time. instead of sitting around today, though, mason had headed to hogsmeade with his guitar strapped over his shoulder. instead of walking, he hopped onto his broom and flew, feeling free with the wind pushing his shaggy hair in all directions. that must have been what alice raved about when she went flying. mason usually walked, his small cat following close behind, but the walk just seemed to be too much work that day.

his final class, potions, had been a disaster. someone had spilled their potion all over the floor and made it practically impossible to evacuate the class in time. one girl got sent to the hospital wing, and the rest of the class was dismissed so the professor could clean up the mess, as usual. nova sat in mason's lap as they flew, her nails ready to cling into his leg if need be. he grabbed her and held her to his shoulder as he decended and sat himself down on a bench. leaves scattered the ground, and the cool wind made mason wish he'd worn a thicker sweatshirt.

before he realized it, hours had passed and it was getting dark out. mason sighed and slung his guitar over his shoulder again, stuffing the paper with the song he'd been working on into his pocket. he picked up nova and flew back to the castle as fast as he could to beat curfew. he refused to get into trouble for something like that. mason practically ran through the halls to get to the gryffindor common room, nova's paws padding quickly in pace with him. he looked down at her and smiled, out of breath as they reached the painting that marked the gryffindor common room. taking a deep breath, mason managed to breathe out the password, entering just in time for curfew to strike.

sitting around by himself was never really an option for mason, and after sprinting through the halls he was too awake to even attempt going up to the dormitory to sleep. when mason spotted kieran, a sigh of relief escaped his lips. he'd hoped that the other boy hadn't gone to bed, and he was just lucky enough today, apparently. "kieran, baby!" he jokingly exclaimed, plopping down next to his best friend with a laugh. he placed his guitar against the couch, standing up. "you look like you're dying, man. have you been here all night?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as his hands lifted up to straighten out his hair that was all over the place. his hair never really stayed neat, the boy was always fidgeting with his blonde locks.

mason was finally comfortable, pulling his hoodie off and shoes off to reach the perfect temperature in his jeans and t-shirt. even with the fire, there was a slight draft, but he didn't mind. he was overheating with the hoodie and shoes after running, and now he could focus on something other than sweating profusely.

[kieran fergal ó flannagáin]

open up a beer, say get over here, im playing video games

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Kieran’s eyes shot up as he heard a familiar voice, a broad smile playing across his face. ”Oi, lover!” he said, sitting up a bit more alertly than before, his shoulders coming out of their hunched posture in his excitement. Shaking his head slightly as Mason pointed out that he looked like death, he grunted softly. ”Nae, ah’ve been in me focking bed aw focking night, likes. Its focking torture, what t’em professors got ays doing. Miserable, likesay. Might as well fail me now and save me the pain and agony, ken?”

It was true—he almost would have preferred to be expelled than have to do the work. But he figured he’d have to do it somehow, in Hogwarts or some other shite boarding school. There wasn’t any escaping education, although he couldn’t be fucked to really put in much effort. He had a few lassies willing to tutor him for God knows what reason—he chalked it up to the Irish charm and his fabulously manly good looks—but it didn’t help much, not unless they caved and told him word-for-word what he’d have to write for his homework and exams.

Glancing over at his friend, he couldn’t help but notice that his friend looked less than stressed. ”Ye look focking happy, ye cheeky tosser. Wot happened, ye finally get a lassie tae fock ye yet or wot?” Kieran leaned over and mussed up Mason’s hair again, if only because his friend had just taken pains to straighten it out. His words came off a bit harsher than he’d intended, though he was undeniably bitter and jealous. He really looked like he’d just come in from frolicking, with fresh air exuding from his very pores.

Softening a bit, Kieran leaned back against the back of the couch again. ”Sorry, ah’m a bit on edge. Ah just kinnae focking stand being aw cooped up aw day tae try and lean some shite that ah’ll never understand. Would much rather be out and about kicking the footy or on me broom, likes. Ah didnae even huv any focking blow tae get me by, although ah’m nae so sure that would help me restlessness, ken.”

His expression shifted as he looked down at Nova, a smile playing across his lips again. ”Ay, lassie. Theres me girl,” he said, leaning forward and scratching under her chin gently for a moment. There was just something about animals that was cathartic, something therapeutic. He missed his big old sheepdog, who waited patiently for him at home, but he wasn’t exactly portable and his little sister needed him more than he did anyway. It didn’t make him miss him any less, though it did comfort him to know Fiona had someone left in the house to play with while he and his brother were gone.

[mason benjamin walsh]

mason was lucky enough to never really have to study too hard. he had the mind of an artist, and he tended to remember things easily as long as it was something he read or wrote down. in fact, he usually had enough free time away from studying to finish whole books in a matter of days, as compared to having to read one every month or so. "y'know, it helps if you pay attention in class, and actually ask the professor questions throughout the lesson. s'why i actually get away from my books once in a while." he winked lightly and shrugged. he knew that kieran needed the extra help, and he'd offered quite a few times, but sometimes you just had to let someone do their own thing, and that's what mason did. there were a few girls that mason knew were more than willing to tutor kieran just to have an excuse to drool over his "irish charm" that people claimed he had, and mason didn't understand why he didn't let every one of them help out.

it was no secret that mason didn't sleep around. he was the dream guy of hogwarts that the easier girls of hogwarts tried to get into bed and he just turned them down politely. mason was a romantic. having the two of three siblings closest to his age be girls must have brought it out in him, but mason skipped over the whoring-myself-out phase that most guys went through. he'd only slept with one girl, and they had been together for eight months before it happened. a few weeks later, they ended up breaking up for whatever reason, and mason hadn't had a long lasting relationship since. girls tended to dump him now after a month or so, because he "spent too much time with alice." he didn't see what the big deal was, she was one of his two best friends, kieran being the other.

mason just rolled his eyes at the snappy comment. he didn't bother fixing his hair that time, just pushing it out of his eyes. when kieran apologized, he shrugged. "s'no big deal, mate. hows about you and me sneak off for a butterbeer.. or ten. maybe that'll help, yeah?" mason had snuck to the kitchen many a times, and the elf workers loved him now after years of visits and butterbeers. mase smiled down at nova, who was purring lightly. sometimes he swore she showed as many emotions as a human child, it was insane. "nova baby likes butterbeer now, too, doesn't she?" it was rhetorical, but the cat meowed happily, her purring audible in the meow. he rolled his eyes again and laughed as she started rubbing against his legs, as if asking for the butterbeer to appear in front of her.

[kieran fergal ó flannagáin]

open up a beer, say get over here, im playing video games

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Shaking his head no, Kierans laughed a bit. ”Ah’m not hearing any ay that bull-shite today, lad. Asking questions is for tossers, or people who actually ken wot they’re talking about. Ah kinnae tell me left from me right, much less gillyweed from… gopher guts or wotevah else it is we’re expected to fock about wiv.” he said, making a face and an unrelated gesture with his hands. He didn’t need to ask questions to get away from his books, though. He practically needed to be manacled into place to look at them.

When pints were suggested Kiearn perked up notably, a broad grin spreading across his face. ”Fock yeah, that’s wot ah’m talking about,” he said, ”Though that butterbeer shite, its pure garbage, likes. Ah’ll bring some ay me Baileys and order a hot chocolate or a coffee instead, likes. Irish style, ken?” He appreciated the gesture, but Butterbeers just weren’t going to cut it. The sickly sweetness of them made him want to retch, and there was a reason why students could have them—low alcohol content paired with the sheer impossibility of being able to consume enough to be capable of getting him—or even an underweight first year—anywhere near intoxicated.

Looking down at the little kitty, he grinned at her meowing. ”Course she does. Its cause she’s me girl—and any girl ay mine kens how tae huv a good time.” He found himself having to resist the urge to baby talk the cat—animals had always been a weakness for him, and he didn’t have an acceptable means of expressing himself when it came down to expressing his fondness. It made him look like a proper wanker, actually, or at least a poof.

”So, wotchu say we get this party started, ay? Get Nova off her tits drunk, and maybe a few pints for ays too.” He popped up off the couch, jogging in the direction of his dormitory. ”Right back, lad,” he called, moving to his dorm and stuffing the bottle down his pants, tucking his shirt in and donning a wooly sweater to cover the bulge.

He returned to the common room with a hop, grinning. "Ye focking ready yet or wot, ye twat?" he asked, lumbering back over to the couch en-route to the exit.

[mason benjamin walsh]

mason sometimes wondered how he and kieran were even friends with how different they were, and then her remembered that it really didn't matter because he loved the odd irishman, and his outgoing personality made it impossible to not want to be around him. the way they thought of school completely differently really wasn't important when it came down to their friendship, and that's why they worked. he rolled his eyes at his friend, not even bothering to continue on with the conversation about schooling. they'd had it more than once and when it really came down to it it wasn't important. they were in their final year, who cared, really?

mase knew that kieran was going to turn down the butterbeers, but he hadn't been sure if the other boy had a bottle or not. of course, he should have figured he did. a smirk fell over his lips. "sounds perfect, mate." there was one big perk to his best mate being irish, and that was that the boy loved to drink. mason wasn't a huge partier, but from time to time there was no way he would pass up some drinks. right then was one of those times. not for any particular reason, mase was just in the mood for a bit of a party for two, without the pressure of girls everywhere.

he couldn't help but laugh at kieran's comment about nova. the cat really did like to have fun, that was for sure. she really was spoiled. scraps from alice and him, alcohol from kieran, and she was allowed to sit on his desk in all of his classes, mostly because she scratched one of the professors who tried to say she had to leave. "lucky little cat; gets everything she wants, that's for sure." mase shrugged, scratching her chin slightly.

staying in his spot, mason petted nova as he waited for kieran to return. by the looks of his sweater, he'd stuffed the bottle into his pants, knowing kieran. he snorted before standing up. "alright, alright, i'm coming." he rolled his eyes a bit and headed towards the exit, nova right by his side with a skip in her step as she knew what was coming her way. "y'know, i think this is our first party of the year. that's total bull, mate. we gotta live it up this year."

[kieran fergal ó flannagáin]

open up a beer, say get over here, im playing video games

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”Focking seriously, mate. Wot the fuck. Ah’ve been rearing to party every focking night this year, where the fock have ye been?” He was only teasing, really. Just because Kieran wasn’t a productive, beneficial citizen to society didn’t mean that he had to drag Mason down with him, and he didn’t want to do that. No, above all things he did not want to do any collateral damage to Mason’s life, not even when he asked for it. A party here and there was alright, but he didn’t dare entice him for too much more.

”We huv got tae get ye a proper lass, by the way. No offense to Nova, likes, but parties are a lot more fun with lassies around. And ah ken ye are nae the type tae romance only tae get into their pants, but that’s nae bother anyhow. If ye had a steady lass then ah wouldn’t feel so bad about snogging aw me ladies right in front ay ye, likes.” He grinned, elbowing him in the side. Kieran didn’t really bag as many girls as he liked to say he did, but he also didn’t like to let his rep slide any.

When they finally made their way to the kitchen he looked to Mason to do his handiwork. When he was presented with (two?) coffees, he thanked the elf and shimmied the bottle out of his pants. He poured a generous amount in each mug, then slid one Mason’s ways. ”Cheers, mate,” he said, taking a sip of his. Grinning and making a repulsive noise with his mouth he groaned in delight.

”Focking Irish coffee. Got tae love me homeland, likes. Ken how tae do everything good and proper, tae focking true. When ye going tae come round mine, by the way, lad? Mum’s dying tae see ye.”

[mason benjamin walsh]

mason had a routine for most days. he was out of the dormitories by four in the morning, and running around the lake until breakfast. then of course, right after was classes until supper. and then some nights he tutored the lower year students, which he'd volunteered to do for free. his best payment was seeing them pass their tests, really. he had plans on becoming a teacher at hogwarts some day, and tutoring was helping him prepare for just that. he grinned, shrugging. "dunno, mate, but i'm definitely gonna have to clear up at least one day a week for some bro-time."

his eyes rolled lightly. mason took his time with getting girlfriends, mostly because he'd had quite a bad streak. every single girl he had ever dated had broken up with him, and most used alice as the reasoning, or the fact that they just weren't looking for a serious relationship, which they should have figured mason was looking for from the beginning. he didn't understand girls at all. "nah, that's alright. you can have your lassies and i'll stick with nova for now. the loon is actually not bad company when you're off with your girls." mason knew that it was an exaggeration as to how many girls kieran got, but he would never point that out to his best friend.

mason smiled down to the little elf that came out. "hi there, sweetheart." he asked her kindly for coffee for kieran and himself, and the wait for the warm drink wasn't long at all. she returned as quickly as possible and placed the drinks onto the counter, and mason thanked her before she headed off again. mason lifted his mug after kieran had the chance to pour the bailey's in, grinning. "cheers." he downed a couple gulps before letting out a content sigh. "god bless the irish." mason chuckled, before shrugging. "i could always stop buy during christmas break, not like my parents are really expecting a huge family get together, and your family's always way more entertaining. besides, i miss your mum."