[i] like the phantom of the o p e r a && kaleb ---

[harrison james dalton]

It was early morning and Harrison wanted out of the house already. Being home wasn’t bad, but enjoyed the freedom that Hogwarts had given him, the freedom to be himself and out of his shell some, mostly. He got dressed silently and slipped out the door of his room, grabbing his broom on the way by it and slipping his wand into his back pocket at the same time. He slid noiselessly, like an ice skater on ice, through the sleeping halls of the Dalton mansion. He cracked the door open and glided through, heading for their Quiditch pitch. It was less than one-hundred and ninety meters, so it wouldn’t take him long to walk there in the early morning sunlight. The dew on the grass began to creep up his pants leg. He didn’t bother with it quite yet, he was almost to the pitch and he knew if he dried his pants now, they would be wet again in a few seconds. He got to the pitch and mounted his broom. Hovering a few feet above the ground, he pulled out his wand and cast a little charm to dry off the legs of his jeans. He put his wand back into his pocket.

He flew off, going higher and circling around the hoops at each end of the field. “This is going to be me next year: flying around in Slytherin’s colors, guarding the hoops, gaining victory over the rest of the teams. Yeah. It’s gonna be awesome.”

[/i] Soon, though, the empty pitch was boring. He wanted something to do, something fun, someone to be with. He flew some lonely loops in the sky, watching the sun rise in the east, painting the sky brilliant oranges and pinks. Suddenly he had an idea: Hogsmeade! He knew that the older Daltons had flown there before, it wasn’t far after all. Just on the other side of Hogwarts.

He took off for Hogsmeade, careful to fly around Hogwarts grounds to avoid the spells and charms protecting the giant castle, lake, and woods. He passed by some birds and a few other people flying at a more leisurely pace. He just wanted to get to Hogsmeade where he knew it would be bursting with people even at such an early hour. He got there at about half seven, and landed on the ground next to the apartment building. He looked around a bit, wondering if there was a place he could put his broom for the day without it getting stolen. Just then, he heard the door behind him squeak open. He turned, a bit surprised, looking to see who was about to be behind him.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup]

^{words -} _{four four six}
^{tagged -} _{kaleb garcia}
^{notes -} _{sorry it’s short!}
^{outfit -} _here
^{lyrics -} _{"sparks fly" by taylor swift}
^{credit -} _myself[/font][/sub]

[kalebgarcia]

the mystery must stay inside

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kaleb was not impressed. firstly, he'd fallen asleep in some girls room. fantastic. what was the first rule? Never stay the night. idiot. slipping out in the early morning before she had woken had been fun, and the only way that he was able to do it. he scribbled a quick note and headed out the door, his shirt in his hands in a ball. he walked the streets until he came to his at last. he had no idea what time it was, but he just wanted to go to sleep, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. you know you get that feeling when sleeping wouldn't work out? Yeah, he had that. and he was sure he was out of milk, which meant he couldn't even have coffee. sliding into his apartment building, he realised that yeah, he didn't have any milk. he'd definitely finished it yesterday with hot chocolate. damn it. heading back the way he came from, he still had his shirt in his hands, and his hair was a hot mess. he probably still smelled slightly of sex. and maybe girls perfume. you see kaleb was bisexual, so he swung either way, but he'd only ever had actual sex with one guy, and that was kamil snyder, his ex best friend and ex lover and ex sex tape partner. yeah. he'd been through some shit in the past.

we won't even start on the ex love of his life slash teacher slash enemy for a bit who had recently died in azkaban. well not recently, but it felt like recently. yeah. because kaleb was pretty torn up about it. it was the day that he'd kind of headed back to change. Elliott had just pushed along the process. anyway, yeah. milk. that was what he needed. milk for his coffee. he was walking out of the building door and tugging his shirt over his head, so he couldn't see, and he literally walked into someone. what kind of weirdo was up at this time in the morning and standing near the doorway of his apartment building? He didn't know. tugging the shirt over the rest of his muscles, his eyes scanned the face of the person that was facing him. "what, do you, like, want a ticket to the side show?"

[/color] he asked, rolling his eyes. who was this guy? his eyes scanned the boys face. and he was a boy. how young was he? he couldn't be too old. definitely hogwarts age, but not legal. for sex or otherwise. why was that always his instant topic of thought? idiot. Kaleb's eyes were travelling down this boys body now to try and determine his age. He did this openly of course, because he never hid his searching anymore.[/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

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TAGGED Harrison dalton
LYRICS bubbles by biffy clyro
CLOTHES clickeh
COUNT 464
NOTES la la la la
CREDIT EMMA !?[/font]

[harrison james dalton]

Harrison just stared for a second. He certainly was not used to being flashed with the amazing abdominal region of a fairly attractive boy first thing in the morning. No, this was most definitely not a usual occurrence. Neither was being in Hogsmeade first thing in the morning, especially when neither his parents nor his aunt or uncle knew he was there. He was being such a badass.

“What, do you, like, want tickets to the side show or something?” The older boy’s abrasive voice brought Harrison back to reality, a trip that also brought the younger of the mismatched duo’s awareness of where he was standing in the here and now. There was probably less than a foot between the two boys, as Harrison had hardly moved when the older boy had crashed into him, the other’s own shirt having acted as a blindfold on the way out the door. Harrison’s broomstick was now lying on the ground but he had not yet noticed that it was no longer in his hand. The words finally totally registered in Harrison’s head as he noticed the older boy was seemingly checking him out.

“Hey! Don’t talk to me like that,” he said, trying to be menacing, although that was not working out at all. “I, uh, I’m a Dalton!” He grimaced slightly as he uttered the words. He never liked to use his last name as a sort of defense. He always tried to protect himself and then call in the cavalries, if and when needed.

Harrison let his eyes float over the other boy’s body. Hey, if he could check Harrison out, Harrison could check him out. Harrison rarely got the chance to eye up other guys without worry that his family would find out. But the street was empty; something was on his side today. He allowed his eyes to wander from the older boy’s feet up across his torso, pausing a moment in the bicep and tricep area. His eyes wandered across his chest, reading, “I’d do me” off the shirt that had caused all this. They reached his face and piercing eyes. His eyes were gorgeous. Harrison let his eyes rest on those of the older boy. All in all, he wasn’t bad.

He wondered what the other boy’s name was. He bet it was something cool, like Colby, or Jack, or Cameron; or maybe something wild like Darius, or Mason; maybe it was something regal like Bradford, or Andrew. Whatever it was, Harrison wasn’t going to learn it just thinking about it. “I’m Harrison, by the way. I usually don’t hide behind my name like that; I’m really not sure why I just did.” He stuck out a hand. Well, sort of. It wasn’t like he could extend his hand too much further as they were so close still. “And you are?”

^{words -} _{four seven six}
^{tagged -} _{kaleb garcia}
^{notes -} _{sorry, some things came up.}
^{outfit -} _here
^{lyrics -} _{"sparks fly" by taylor swift}
^{credit -} _myself[/sub]