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Elland And William
Elland de Strontium (Hufflepuff) and William Abbott (Slytherin), 7th year students, mdi
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[I want everyone to know that Will and I had NO idea where that cheese came from!!!! *Wheeeeeze*]
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[Relevant rps for reference: Honeydukes, Will's anon hinting at feels and setting a date, Andrew's anon, Theo telling Will that Andrew's birthday passed]
William has got the situation under control. He had an entire evening to think about it. Not night, mind you, just the evening: this is not a pickle-sized catastrophe to lose sleep over. Well, ok, maybe some sleep was lost but at least the time was used productively.
Will woke up still feeling frustrated. Monty, not telling Will about his birthday? Hiding away on his birthday just in case? How adult of him! Don't want to celebrate at all — just say so!
Grumpy (which is a rarity for one called William Abbott) he makes it out of bed. It is still around five in the morning and everyone else is asleep so Will takes his time to prepare for the day. He makes sure that the water in the prefect bathroom is hot and contains the perfect amount of bubbles and lavender-scented salts. Teeth are brushed, hair is perfectly styled and clothes don't have a single wrinkle on them. The prefect badge shining on his chest is attached to the Slytherin robes with a protection spell just in case any niffler fancies taking on the prefect duty. Will already misplaced one of the badges, Merlin knows when the teal King of the dorm room will give it back.
The Slytherin is among the first ones to join breakfast but he has no appetite so he retreats back into the dorms sooner than normally. Totally not because he doesn't want to come nose to nose with somebody who doesn't see him as a friend enough to mention their bloody birthday. Fox spends some time sulking and getting no work completed on his personal projects like he usually does.
Finally, five minutes before the official end of breakfast he grabs his broom, leaves the dungeons and makes a short flight down to the area of the docks. If anyone were to assume that he'd be taking *the stairs* down, they would be dead wrong. Work smarter, not harder.
He notices a small figure already by the water and tries to put on an amicable smile after hearing the endearing nickname Andrew gave him. He doesn't feel like flirting and teasing at all but the excitement in the Ravenclaw's voice makes Will's resolve stagger a little. They *have* to chat. Will doesn't want to ruin the... the date but he feels a little too distraught to enjoy the chace right now. Gods, he is really going to ruin it again, why can't he just ignore things like that!
William lands graciously, without a sound, and fixes his hair. The broom comes to rest against the walls of the boat house as William says:
"Andrew, good morning."
It hasn't entirely been a good morning, nor has it been a good night. He does not come all the way to his companion and instead stands a couple of meters away. Merlin, he's missed Monty, and it's barely been a day! The mark on Will's neck is a good indicator of the fact that he did not imagine Honeydukes the day before. His neck is hidden under Andrew's scarf, and Will intends to give it back today. But he feels really stubborn about it, too. No, the hickey should be well hidden so as not to distract Andrew.
"Listen. Before you say *anything*, I want to make something clear. Don't take it the wrong way. You are your own person. You are allowed to do whatever you want, you don't owe me or anyone anything. You don't have to tell us of your plans."
Will takes a pause and comes closer to the water, looking into it instead of looking at Monty. He doesn't want to turn him away with his words so he tries to control his voice even if on the inside he feels more and more upset with each passing moment. The next thing he says sounds much quieter.
"Why didn't you tell me about your birthday."
The day was clear, still warm for it being nearly October. But Andrew noted the hints of change already on the edges of the trees lining the Great Lake. Before long, the view would look entirely different.
He considered alternative means of getting down to the boathouse since the steps would likely take him half an hour alone, but he was stubborn. As if stairs could best him. He could cut that time in half…and if he was honest with himself, he needed the time to think before meeting William there.
William.
The last few weeks the fox had been a resounding thought echoing in his brain. It had surprised Andrew to say the least.
Montrose had been so used to keeping to himself, so the recent AND sudden influx of interactions from peers, besides Theo, was perplexing. He hadn’t entirely known what to do with it, or known if any of it was genuine.
And, frankly, he had spent too much time questioning authenticity in the past he wasn’t in the business of doing it any longer. It may, or may not, have resulted in some prickly interactions.
There was only one person that hadn’t left him with doubts, despite not really knowing what in Merlin’s bloody name they were doing.
Andrew continues to walk down the stairs as he turns the thought over in his head, shoving his hands further into the pockets of his robe. An exasperated sigh works it’s way out as he thinks, his fingers pulling at a loose thread in the inside of his pocket.
William.
The Slytherin Prefect was quite unlike anyone else. Yes, they flirted like it was a sport, but beyond that he couldn’t deny that something was growing between them like a flower in bloom. No....more like an entire grove of lilac. Wild, everywhere, and enrapturing.
There was something Andrew respected in the way William went after everything he wanted, while also being intentional in the way he showed up for others. Even outside his prefect duties.
Will's constant curiosity was endearing, but it was his competitiveness that gave him an edge that drew Montrose in. William knew exactly how to make Montrose chase him. How to make him slightly try to behave himself. Even though they both struggled to behave when with they were with each other.
He had some kind of hold on on him that even Andrew had yet to determine for himself.
And all that teasing.
Merlin.
The lingering touches, discreet glances...and the not so discreet ones.
The way Will had created such wanting in Andrew, through seemingly small subtleties. It was all consuming. Montrose would have to be lacking a pulse to not be curious. To not want more.
He wanted to trust himself. He wanted to trust this. But he wasn’t without faults. He had been so used to only relying on himself that he hadn’t let anyone close enough, besides Theo, to even allow things to get to the point of curiosity. The shift Will caused in him had thrown him enough that he had disappeared for the last two weeks.
Even his birthday, where Theo had found him in their secret place, barging down the door and calling him a fool, as she did.
Theo told him to take the chance.
But Will made him want to take the chance.
So he came back. And he walked himself down all these stairs to the boathouse. And he waited for what came next.
Andrew looked upwards, to the great spires of the castle standing against the sun. In the light, he saw a small figure flying towards him, slowly growing larger and clearer in his view. He smiled as he called him down to where he stood.
“Fox!”
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#drewliam#William#Andrew M#Docks#Timeline: The end of September#They have been through the Three Broomsticks drinking rp and Honeydukes flirting#They are not yet together and they don't yet feel 100% in love#They flirt and their go nuts over each other#But haven't even kissed yet#Continuation of one of the earliest plots for their ship
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Set upon your bedside table is a small but elegantly-arranged cheese board accompanied by a folded note reading:
Will,
I was gifted this but it is so fancy that I felt odd about eating it. Thought you may enjoy it more.
--Seb
P.S.
Don't worry, I already disposed of the pickles.
Will knows something is up the moment he opens the door and a strong and pungent, earthy and moldy smell hits his nose. The prefect wrinkles it but for a second. Oh, he knows that delicious odor!
He hurries to his desk and gasps at the splendour beholding him. Gouda, Brie, Camembert; Emmental, Parmesan, Mozzarella; Gorgonzola, Blue Cheese, and many others — all gathered in one place plate for a particular cheese connoisseur to sample and appraise. Ho ho ho, is this Christmas in the middle of spring?
The little snake is even more excited to see who it was who bestowed such gifts upon him.
"Not to eat it because it's too fancy? Merlin, Sebastian! Not that I'm complaining," Will chuckles to himself and makes all the necessary preparations for the degustation.
[tw: cheese sampling]
First and foremost, he inspects the rind. Will does not always eat it but it really is just a matter of personal taste. Then the smell is accessed. You can know how old some cheeses are from the look but in some cases the smell is just as good of an indicator as any. Camembert makes William cough a little at the intake. Good cheese. Good, good cheese if the smell is so strong it makes Will's eyes water.
And finally — the taste. It is done slowly while breathing through the nose to allow the aroma to travel better. First, the simple flavours are detected, and then the entire complexity of the bouquet. William gets lost in it while focusing on the mouthfeel of some pieces. The texture rubbing against the roof of his mouth is most delightful. Oh, he feels like he is back home and wonders if Papa would enjoy this collection as well.
Will knows that he probably looks like a lunatic if anyone comes in and sees him cry over a platter of cheese, but he doesn't particularly care right now. They just wouldn't understand. Will takes a mental note to thoroughly thank Sebastian for such a gift and for disposing of the pickles. The prefect wonders if Nosy would be interested in some cheese before Will goes for round two.
#William#Sebastian#[I WONT EAT CHEESE DEAR GOD]#[I JUST LIKE TWO (2) CHEESES AMONG ALL THE OTHERS]#[I like SOME cheese I suppose if you insist 😒]#[Will is a slut for gourmet food though]#[Spoiled lil pureblood]#cheese#[Will's brain is also a little broken at the note cause usually things like that just go into his Sebastian files]#[But Will burned those as per agreement]#[He decides to leave the note in one of his books to use as a bookmark until he makes up his mind]#[It's probably fine to keep it if no files are involved]
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Hello,
The same person with the potions (and nuts) as before. Seems like the nuts did wonders, so have some more! I'd have you swimming in nuts if only it made things better. I haven't seen you around the castle those past few days, so I can only assume that you're not in the mood for actual food. Cheer up! I got something to snack on.
*In the package attached Andrew can find not only some salted nuts of different variety, but also chocolate and a few pretzels.*
*Montrose finds his face is doing something weird. Oh. Smiling.*
He pens back more enthusiastically this time,
"This is very kind. Thank you for thinking of me, it's exactly what I needed. How did you know?"
He sends the owl away, a little happier.......
.....just wishing if ONLY there was someone who he could share his snacks with.
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Hello,
I am sending you a few phials and balms for your, mm, unfortunate sutuation? Some are to help with growth, some for forming better roots, some to keep whatever growths healthy. I need to do more research before I can provide you with a more accurate treatment. Unless you found some help already. I hope you did, seeing you this miserable is tough. Send me back any feedback with the school owl that delivered the letter?
Stay strong, Montyrose
*There are instructions glued to each potion but they are done with a typewriter, not written by hand. Just as the letter itself. Among the phials and ointments there is also a bag of salted nuts.*
*eats the nuts and dumps all the potions on his head at the same time. He waits a few minutes, but nothing happens*
He writes his feedback on what worked among the items included:
"The nuts were very salty and delicious. Thank you."
*he goes back to sulking, touching his pebbles and nuts*
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MontY, hi,
I have tO sadly inform yoU that I will be soRt of too busy this weekend to meet up with you and that i HAve come down wIth a cough, and it's something Rather contagious, you shouldn't come see me! I absolutely haven't seen you since yesterday, such a pity, and I'm sure by the time I see you again I can pet your soft luscious hair again, just as always!
With much love,
Your 🦊
Montrose rubs his bald, smooth, head as he thinks.Something sits in the pit of his stomach. But he ignores it for now.
He writes back,
"Feel better."
He signs nothing else, sending the owl away. Will had seemed like he had felt fine yesterday.....which meant. ..
It didn't matter what it meant. If Will didn't want to see him either, that was fine.
So fine in fact, that Montrose would just stay in his room and see no one at all.
He draws the curtains around his bed, not planning on going anywhere anytime soon.
#William#drewliam#Andrew M#[Believe me this hurts me as much as it hurts you]#William spends his weekend finding a way to fix this#he doesnt usually pull all nighters but he did for this#he felt guilty but also could not come to terms with... with...#Andrew's hair being gone. [He is selfish and he has to learn damn it]#[Nobody should be excusing his actions]#[love your partner even when chaotic students vanish their hair!!!!!!]
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Toria is seen near the Clock Tower courtyard, passing time until her next class. To any passersby, they may believe her to be getting some fresh air and study all at once, with her copy of Muggle Households & Etiquette wrapped tightly in her arms. But no, there will be no studying on such matters.
Her waiting is rewarded with the boisterous chime of the clock. Lunch. Perfect.
Every person in and around the courtyard scramble to return to the castle walls, eager to eat to their heart's content and socialize with any friends they haven't seen that day. Everyone but Toria. There are more pressing matters, such as the wretched book within her grasp, tainting her very soul.
Her determination is what pushes her towards the depths of the Clock Tower, and with one final glance over her shoulder she gets to work. "Engorgio." What appeared to have been nothing but a string swells within her palm, revealing it to have actually been an old, worn leather belt. She utilizes the belt to strap the book against the chest of a training dummy.
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What is this that I keep hearing about? Niffler milk? What in Merlin's name has been slipped into the water supply at this school?
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Dear Andrew,
if you had to choose, would you rather kiss William's forehead or his (face) cheeks?
Lovingly,
a smoldering chicken
Forehead, because it's close to his brain and his brain is just as great as the rest of him.
PS. Are we barbecuing tonight?
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Will's ears perk up at that. He is almost sure that he knows all there is to know from this past week but what if he missed some crucial information to stash away into his files?
Oh, but nevermind that, PAINTING NAILS? Will is great at painting, why doesn't anyone ask him! Sure, he's never done it before: he polished, used tints and creme, not to mention buffed his nails until then shined. Nail painting sounds like a nice way to spend time with friends and, mhm, get information.
William is struggling between hoping that Allegra would agree and then tell him all about it, and walking up to his bestie and whisking her away from the clutches of whoever this student is.
Hey guuuuurl, want us to paint the nails together and gossip about things?
Are you certain you've got gossip that I don't already know from William?
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Will welcomes Andrew's soft fingers in his hair and does not pull away for a while, breathing in his lover's scent, giving Andrew's neck a few more teasing kisses before tilting his head up a little. His hand continues to play with Andrew's shirt, undoing a few button blindly, used to such tricks over the months they've been together. His inquisitive fingers slide beneath the cloth of Andrew's uniform to feel the warmth radiating from the body, and after some searching — the steady beating of the heart, echoeing his own. Satisfied, Will lets out a soft hum.
Monty's lips are close to Will's but the little snake presses his cheek to Andrew's instead, wishing for a little bit of comfort while listening to the tempting suggestion.
"The chase is never over, dear Andrew," he replies, cheekily, and untangles himself from Monty.
Before any complaints can be voiced, Will walks around the chair to properly face Monty, throws his vest onto the nearest Ravenclaw bed without looking, and finally leans in for a slow kiss. His knees come to rest on either side of Andrew's thighs as Will's hands use the backrest for support while he settles in.
"So lucky to have you," William whispers into Andrew's lips and goes back to kissing, lips moving messily and passionately, making wet noises which he won't ever be ashamed of. His own tie is frustrating enough that he gets rid of it, throws it over the backrest beside Andrew's head. The little snake feels a little too hot, and the impatience within him is slowly starting to grow, enabled by Andrew's touch, Andrew's smell, Andrew's eagerness to meet him every step of the way. Will could stay like this forever, never tired of kissing and being kissed.
"Aww, Monty, sweetest, are you collecting those now? I have to agree, the peacock costume for Halloween really suited you as well!"
Will runs his fingers along the steady line of your shoulders and lets his hand into your hair, massaging your scalp a little in the possess. Will gives you a kiss to the top of your head.
"Should I be getting you peacock stuff as well?"
*Andrew lets out a low groan as he closes his eyes and leans his head back towards Will. He lets the weight of him fall against Will as the touches relax him. He exhales. He needed it. Montrose peeks one eye open cheekily at the kiss, and the question*
"Suited me well? I think I recall you liking it a little more than merely 'well.'" He teases, "Why not. I've come to grow quite fond of them somehow. And you did say I looked good in blues..."
#drewliam#william#andrew m#make outs#[I don't want to tag it as nsfw cause I don't believe that any of our friends reading it would care#since not everyone might want to read the characters making out#the reply is not required but I've missed them and thought to add a bit more not to leave it open-ended]#nsfw
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Are you waxing your wand, Elland?
I can do it for you, if you want me to...
"Will... Is this a thing wizards actually have to do with their wands?" Elland asks, surprised, and shows his friend the note that has somehow found its way onto their study table. Why would anybody offer this and yet provide no return address or even a name?
William takes one look at the note and goes red in the face.
"Will? What's wrong," Elland asks, worriedly. "I honestly have never done this before! Is waxing good for my wand? Am I supposed to do it regularly?"
The situation with William's face is seeing no improvement. Elland might even say it's getting worse: the prefect covers his mouth as well and starts to look around for some reason. In search of the note's writer, perhaps? Elland squints at the note again.
"Will, can you maybe help me with waxing my wand if it's that imp— WILL!"
Unfortunately, the answer is no: William cannot help Elland with his wand waxing. Firstly, the magic wand does not require any, unless the holder wants it to look pretty. Secondly, may Elland excuse him but Will has some business to attend to. He will be back shortly, right after he sends somebody to detention for a few hours for spreading inappropriate misinformation. Yes, William is perfectly fine, there is absolutely nothing to worry about. No, William's face is not red, please, why would it be, Elland, stop talking about wand waxing, it's not a thing!
#William#Elland#anon#Oh come on I know who you are#Elland has an even harder time with hints via writing than in person#He'd appreciate a less subtle approach#Just tell him what you want from him#And he'll give it to you if he likes you
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Will has been curious about when The Day would come for months and months without a clear answer. Asking other students was fruitless and the prefect refused to just ask Sebastian. With his Sebastian file burned to a crisp, the prefect cannot let himself fall down the rabbit hole again to keep records about his dorm mate in the open. He should start a Nosy file instead. The sly snake knows approximately when the fated event occurred but since he wasn't sharing a room with Sebastian at the time he couldn't be 100% sure. And then it started happening.
Something seems off at first: Sebastian is clearly planning something. William thinks he sees a large fairy cake in passing but who for? Surely not for Will since the prefect would rightfully question if Sebastian is out of his mind, he never just brings him cake. Which, honestly, more people should consider doing, really, Will is always open for some tea time. But coming from Sebastian, such a gift only means one thing.
"IT'S TODAY!" he whispers to @adallegra excitedly as he lightly shakes her. Well, lightly but for quite some time while he watches Sebastian's back disappear in the direction of the dorm rooms.
Will feels like Christmas but he is not the one getting a present today. He will wait until Sebastian and Nosy have their sweet little moment. Or big, who knows what craziness Nosy would be up to the moment he gets the cake. And then Will show up with his speech! …
Or maybe not? Maybe he should just sit this one out? Oh, perhaps he actually should. It is not about him, after all. He'll just say a few words! That's it. Just a quick "I cannot imagine my prefect duties without you, Nosy." Yes. Something like that. STOP CRYING WILL, STOP IT, TOO EARLY, TOO EARLY!
He is in the middle of wiping away the unwanted tears which always come up when he is getting emotional, and a brush along his robes suddenly leads to the realization: his prefect badge is gone again. Will looks up at Allegra incredulously and points at the empty spot on his vest.
"See what I have to deal with? If only—" he begins complaining but starts hiccuping instead. The niffler's action that usually sends him into a furious blaze instead just makes him cry more. Fine! Damn you, Nosy! JUST THIS ONCE YOU CAN HAVE IT!
*sets a plate with an extra large fairy cake topped with a singular shiny, golden candle in front of Nosy's nest*
Happy Mine Day.
You absolute menace.
Happy Mine Day 💚🧁
Nosy was busy adoring his treasures when a shiny golden light suddenly caught his attention. His sparkly eyes widened, fixating on the gleaming beacon of brilliance. Abandoning his current conquest, a particularly captivating silver badge, Nosy scurried towards the source of the golden glow.
There it was - a sight that made his heart skip a beat! A plate adorned with an extra-large cake! Nosy blinked, his small heart fluttering with excitement. A cake for Nosy? A whole cake? For this humble Niffler? The very thought seemed too good to be true. Well deserved, of course, but still so unexpected.
Nosy's gaze darted back and forth between the sugary, creamy delight and Sebastian. With each passing second, the Niffler's excitement grew, and he couldn't contain himself any longer.
His tail began to wag furiously, and with a bound, he leaped towards his beloved wizard. His tiny claws finding purchase as he scrambled up to Sebastian's face to shower him with affectionate pecks and kisses, his happy honking sounds filling the air.
A few moments after his wet display of affection, Nosy gracefully descended from the Niffler Papa, and with a decisive huff, the little master of flames extinguished the golden candle. Time to dig in!
Diving snout-first into the cake, Nosy savoured the sweet taste of victory with each delectable bite. It was so delicious! And yet, amidst his indulgence, a fleeting thought crossed his mind. Pausing for just a moment, the little Niffler pondered before reaching a conclusion.
With a determined glint in his eyes, Nosy carefully selected a sizable portion of the cake, cradling it in his little paws. With purposeful steps, he waddled over to Sebastian once again, offering him the (in Sebastian's hands rather small) morsel with a honk of generosity while still wagging his tail incessantly.
Nosy would always share everything with Sebastian. That's how it always has been, and that's how it always will be.
With a gentle nuzzle of his head against Sebastian's hand, Nosy looked up at him with eyes that sparkled with gratitude and devotion. The two of them had been together for so long now, a constant companion through thick and thin, partners in crime, friends, and family rolled into one.
Every day with Sebastian was an adventure, filled with laughter, mischief, and love. And as he settled against Sebastian's side, Nosy knew that no matter what the future held, he and Sebastian would face it together, forever bound by their unbreakable bond.
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Art by the amazing @lil-grem-draws
The very first Nosy fan art, and I love it so so much! Thank you once again, Lily!!
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#William#Sebastian#Nosy#On that fateful day Nosy joined the biggest adventure of his life!#The amount of suffering he's caused William!#So much stress and so much chaos to solve!#After Hogwarts nothing at the Ministry will be able to phase him!#Nosy prepared him better than any training could hah#He will be getting that badge later#It is school's property after all#Maybe Will woud order Nosy his own special badge!
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You get back to your dorm room after classes one afternoon and can clearly sense it: the lavender is permeating the air. Your Fox is nowhere in sight but the scent leads you to your writing desk. Upon it lays a note which is clearly covering up something else.
Love,
I am touched and I am honoured. Though I don't think I can wear it in public, I appreciate the effort you put into all of your creations and your continuous attempts to make things better between all of you, with various levels of success. Know that I love you and thought of you the entire time I was making this.
☀️ Your William
Underneath the beautifully calligraphed note the following was hidden:
Montrose smiles as the lavender reaches his nose. A certain someone had been sneaking around his room again and he is sorry to have missed him..
He spots the note next to the small Fox toy on his desk (though a poor substitute for the real one). He picks it up, smirking the entire time while reading it. Leave it to Will to always make Montrose feel good, even when he was making lewd bracelets. A small chuckle escapes as he see's the bracelet too.
He writes back:
"A work of art, dear William, but nothing touches me more than the love you put into it. I'll be sure to wear it proudly, but only if you ALSO promise to wear MY bracelet next time you're over here.
And just the bracelet, please.
Your Dearest 'Good Boy' Montrose"
#drewliam#william#andrew m#Will would think about it but no guarantees on “just the bracelet” part hehe
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Dear Allegra,
[begins a rather neat and polite handwriting which really quickly turns into an exited jumbled mess of letters. It is all still clearly written but with no sense of direction, as if the writer wasn't even looking at the paper, distracted by something else]
AN EGG HUNT!!! We have to attend! We. Have. To! It's a team event as well! What do you say we grab Elland and show them all! BEST. TEAM. EVER!
Weggiam
Aaaaaaa!!!!
It’s on.
Egglegra
#William#Allegra#Will is yelling screaming foaming at the mouth#the ultimate yearly challenge!#been a solid team since their childhood#WILL BITE FOR EGGS#Easter#Egg Hunt
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*Boops Elland and waddles away.*
"The waddling booper... Is that you? Dear Merlin, please, stay away from Will! I'm afraid that if you boop him — he'll unleash so many destructive spells around him that you'll get hurt!" Elland says as he boops the Booper back.
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