Come Fly With Me

Who? What? When? Where? Why? || Clara and Martin

theimpossiblegryffindor:

my-broom-now:

Bothering the house elves wasn’t something that Martin was inclined to do, but they were generally so agreeable and he was honestly starving. “Maybe a sandwich?” he asked hopefully. “I’d love something with roast beef.” Martin took his own cup and drank it, finding the drink warm and agreeable but wishing it was coffee maybe. Something that had more caffeine.

Clara nodded, and walked up to the house elves that helped them out earlier. She asked for a roast beef sandwich. The elves gladly fulfilled her request, and came back with a sandwich within 5 minutes. She returned, and gave the sandwich to Martin. “Here you go!”

"Oh, thanks," Martin accepted the food and placed it next to his cup, which was mostly empty at this point. It wasn’t coffee but it was quenching the thirst that Martin hadn’t realized he had. Taking a bite of the sandwich, Martin looked across at Clara thoughtfully and shifted in his seat. "You don’t have to stay, you know," the Hufflepuff spoke up, "I’m alright now. Thanks for, y’know, babysitting me today."

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Shouldna Put A Ring On It | Martin & Gwaine

gwainethebabe:

my-broom-now:

Automatically Martin exclaimed “Hey!” though there was no sound to accompany it. He didn’t like the idea of being laughed at, even if it wasn’t maliciously. His ginger brows arched downwards and his lips pouted, before Martin realized what his expression was doing and he tried to school his face into neutrality.

Gwaine laughed cheerfully, watching the boy’s face tumble it’s way through a whole school of emotions. He was a completely open book. Gwaine wondered if he’d ever be able to keep a secret. “Hey, don’t do that. Your face is the only way I know what’s going on with yah.”

He had a point about that. Though so far he was fairly good at reading lips, there wasn’t much avenue for communication without writing everything down. Martin lamented the fact he didn’t have his bag on him. Parchment and ink would have been a godsend right about now. Still he frowned, his face flushed with embarrassment, and crossed his arms over his chest.

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Who? What? When? Where? Why? || Clara and Martin

theimpossiblegryffindor:

my-broom-now:

"No thanks," he replied. Martin looked about and found a chair, pulling it over so he could take a seat. There was another one for Clara near by should she like it, but right now Martin simply needed to sit. "I’m starving," he realized suddenly, "I don’t think I finished my breakfast."

Clara sipped her tea and nodded, “Oh yeah, you could probably get some food here. What would you like?” By now, the elves were probably cleaning the kitchen and maybe starting to prepare dinner. She guessed it was about  3 in the afternoon. That’s quite a while to go without food, or in Martin’s case, half a stomach’s full of food.

Bothering the house elves wasn’t something that Martin was inclined to do, but they were generally so agreeable and he was honestly starving. “Maybe a sandwich?” he asked hopefully. “I’d love something with roast beef.” Martin took his own cup and drank it, finding the drink warm and agreeable but wishing it was coffee maybe. Something that had more caffeine.

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Heading Close to the Bottom|| Benny & Martin

captainbrotherbenny:

my-broom-now:

Martin actually had to think about it. Benny had been his roommate for years with no incident, but this one time - was he really willing to possibly let it happen again? They’d have to share a room either way. “You won’t do it again, will you?” he questioned. Martin’s voice had a distinct nasal quality that came with the swelling of his nose. “I know you were just taking out your stress on me, but I’d rather you didn’t make a habit of it.”

Benny grabbed Martin’s arm to pull him to a stop. He turned toward Martin, his lips formed a sad line as he looked Martin in the eye. “It was…so wrong what I did to you back there. You’re right I took all my stress, all that built up shame and anger I’ve been feeling and took it all out on you…one of the best people here I know.” Benny sighed, rubbing his forehead.”I swear it won’t happen again.” He gave Martin a light pat on the shoulder. “I swear it.”

Again Martin flinched at the sudden movement, but he didn’t try to move away. It was only when Benny praised him that his gaze shifted downwards, unable to look the other in the eye at such a proclamation. Martin wasn’t the best at anything. But he knew Benny, and had trusted him, and could do that again. “Alright then,” he said quietly, “I- I forgive you, Benny. I do. Can we please go get this fixed now?” Martin smiled weakly and tried to joke, though the words were quite true, “I’m feeling a little light headed.”

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You’ve Out Wibbled Yourself || Martin & Jim

thatswhatwizardsdo:

my-broom-now:

Martin sat down beside Jim at the table, feeling a bit awkward about his mother’s reaction. She’d said yes, as he knew she would, but no doubt there would have to be a long conversation about this later. A long, awkward conversation.

"No no no," Wendy waved the boys off, "I’m almost done. Would you like sausages, Jim?" A bowl of warm scrambled eggs floated onto the table, the ladle turning itself towards Martin who began filling his plate with a quiet "Thanks, Mum."

Already on the table was a bottle of apple juice, which Martin readily poured himself a glass from. He gestured to Jim’s glass in a silent inquiry if the other boy would like some as well. “Is there any toast, Mum?”

"Oh, uhm, yes, please," Jim glanced briefly towards Martin as he filled his plate. Perhaps staying was not good. Not that he expected Martin’s mother to kill him in his sleep, but over staying his welcome wouldn’t do him any favors.

For now he gave the other a smile and a light nod to the apple juice, ladling some eggs onto his own plate since Martin was done. He drifted into silence, trying to be on his best behavior. 

Moments after his question was asked, a plate of toast was deposited on the table. Martin poured a glass for Jim and smiled at him in a slightly strained way. This felt awkward, so much more so than Jim’s first visit here. Even with Martin’s siblings interrogating them things had seemed much more natural.

"So," his mother spoke, her voice cheery as always, as she approached the table with bacon, "You two are together again?" The way that Mrs. Crieff said it made it very clear that she didn’t need confirmation of this fact, but was instead wondering why.

"Yeah," Martin said with a small flush. He picked up a piece of toast and started nervously tearing it into pieces, "We got back together a few months ago, before Halloween."

"I see," she served herself up a plate and offered the bacon to the two of them, as well as some sausage. "Worked everything out?"

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Shouldna Put A Ring On It | Martin & Gwaine

gwainethebabe:

my-broom-now:

Martin’s eyebrows flew up in recognition. He’d only played Gryffindor twice while being captain, but Martin had prided himself on knowing all the members of all the school teams. He was used to seeing the other on a broom, whizzing through the air. That probably explained how he hadn’t recognized him right away.

Snorting, Gwaine gently bumped his shoulder against the boy’s. “You’ve got the most expressive face, mate. It’s giving me a couple of laughs.”

Automatically Martin exclaimed “Hey!” though there was no sound to accompany it. He didn’t like the idea of being laughed at, even if it wasn’t maliciously. His ginger brows arched downwards and his lips pouted, before Martin realized what his expression was doing and he tried to school his face into neutrality.

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Well This is Awkward | Martin and Meg

purebloodandsoul:

my-broom-now:

He sputtered a bit, “I-I-I’ll have you know that I’m very poised! I have e-excellent balance, and coordination, and- and- stuff.” Honestly not able to go on with that train of thought, Martin cleared his throat and returned to the conversation at hand. “Um, Jim was jumping off a swing set by my house and landed wrong. He couldn’t walk and I carried him back to my house and had my mom fix him up.”

"Whoa there, I never said you weren’t, okay?" Meg laughed. She thought he would at least somewhat agree with her. It did kind of seem more likely for him in the case. Dismissing the topic altogether, Meg laid on her side facing Martin. "So, what are your plans for now?"

Martin was still a bit damp, and his legs were aching ever so slightly from the exercise. The thought of getting up and walking back to the castle was not an appealing one just yet. “Oh, uh, I was thinking I might get something to eat in a bit.” Martin shrugged, “I should probably change too. My clothes are a bit lake-y.”

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Heading Close to the Bottom|| Benny & Martin

captainbrotherbenny:

my-broom-now:

"It’s like, stretching and stuff," Martin didn’t know how to really explain it. He looked at Benny and shrugged, his hands moving towards his face again before he caught himself and moved them back down. "I don’t know, my sister does it. She says it’s very… zen. Whatever that means."

"Oh?" Benny would have to look more into that later. He could use a little zen in his life at the moment. "Sounds intrestin’ enough. I might have to give it a go." Benny spoke, giving a nod. "Maybe if you want we, could try it together. I mean if you actually want to be around me after this."

Martin actually had to think about it. Benny had been his roommate for years with no incident, but this one time - was he really willing to possibly let it happen again? They’d have to share a room either way. “You won’t do it again, will you?” he questioned. Martin’s voice had a distinct nasal quality that came with the swelling of his nose. “I know you were just taking out your stress on me, but I’d rather you didn’t make a habit of it.”

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Shouldna Put A Ring On It | Martin & Gwaine

gwainethebabe:

my-broom-now:

An enthusiastic nod was the response. Martin’s spine straightened with pride at the knowledge that Gwaine now knew. It didn’t make him very much taller, but his position on the team made Martin swell with importance. ‘Do you play?’ Martin mouthed, miming zooming around on a broom.

Gwaine smiled at the boy’s instant perkiness. And being surprisingly good at lip reading, he got his meaning straight away. “Aye, I do. That’s why I knew you played. Recognised you.” He grinned. “I’m a Gryffindor Chaser.”

Martin’s eyebrows flew up in recognition. He’d only played Gryffindor twice while being captain, but Martin had prided himself on knowing all the members of all the school teams. He was used to seeing the other on a broom, whizzing through the air. That probably explained how he hadn’t recognized him right away.

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As Bad As It Looks | Open to 5th Years

gwenthefairmaiden:

my-broom-now:

Martin practiced the motion again and then on the last go he released the frisbee. Immediately he knew that he’d done it wrong, as the disc flew wide and far to the left of Gwen. Martin cringed, “Sorry!” he called, “I’m uh, I’m used to a ball.” Balls threw straight, they didn’t curve sideways when you threw them. Well, magical balls did, but you didn’t throw those.

She had been ready, but when she saw the frisbee fly out of her reach she let it go. “It’s fine, there’s a learning curve as well.” She laughed and went to retrieve the frisbee. It was about the movement in your body too. “Try turning to your side as well.” She tried to demonstrate as she threw it back to him.

Gwen was quite clearly a lot better at this, and Martin watched the disk spin and float gracefully towards him. As it approached Martin wondered how one was meant to catch such a thing, and tried simply to snatch it out of the air. His reflexes were alright, but the plastic still bounced out of his hand and up. Martin fumbled a bit, trying to secure the thing in his grip, and finally grabbed it firmly. “Right, okay, let’s try this.” He held the frisbee as Gwen had shown him and did another practice motion before actually throwing it. The frisbee veered to the right still, but not nearly as much.

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