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 Mud and dirt creates happiness, Stan/Tine <3
Kenz · 17 · 6th · · · 6'3"
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Mar 3 2018, 10:11 AM   Link Quote
It was finally starting to get warmer outside - at least warm enough where it was not going to snow every other day. Brydon whistled softly as he moved across the muddy grounds, piles of melting snow all about. His boots were protecting his feet or jeans from becoming dirty and gross even as the rest of the earth was turning a black and brown hole. The grass was not green the way the young man wished it to be, but soon enough, it would come. There were clouds in the sky and the sun was not warming the earth on this day, but there were birds making noises in the distance, softly. His footsteps squished the earth beneath them, leaving tracks on the mushy grass as he moved off the path and towards the lake.

His warm, chocolate brown eyes were sparkling with glee, which matched the white teeth which were showing with the smile he bore upon his face. He was completely clean shaven as Brydon was usually found. His sweatshirt was an older one because of all the mud - as were his jeans. He was aware it was muddy and dirty outside, so he had dressed accordingly. Being a boy who had been cooped up far too long, he was ready to be outside, mud or not. The lion didn't care much about the dirt anyways. There were house elves who would eventually wash his clothing anyways and all he would need to do was jump in the shower. He was not concerned with becoming dirty and grimy, he was worried about having some fun. Other than playing in the snow for short amounts of time; he had rarely been outside in the last three months.

Brydon jumped over a mud puddle - or purposely landed in the middle of it, the splash hitting his ears as the cold, dirty liquid landed on the denim of his jeans. Laughter filled the air and it was clear the young man was having fun; being a carefree boy. His shout of glee ran out across the grounds and within a few more moments, Brydon found himself nearing the lake. Soon, it would be completely unfrozen and he would be able to go swimming again - tease the giant squid and have lots of fun. The sun would actually come out to shine and everything would be great. No worries in the world was the best time for the young man.

Hearing another splash, Brydon turned to his right and his grin became wider; if this was even possible. Behind him and coming towards the lake was his best friend. The lanky, dark haired boy was a sight to see and reminded the lion just how happy he was himself. It was only too bad there weren't ducks to feed at the lake today. Brydon chuckled softly as the memory of feeding ducks last year with his friend came into place. While he didn't understand it completely, he knew it was one of Athelstan's favorite things. "Hey Stanman!" he called out. "We should make an obstacle course with all these puddles, whatcha think?"

@Athelstan Munn

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Mar 3 2018, 02:37 PM   Link Quote
Stan would not necessarily describe himself as an outdoor person, yet it was something that seemed to have been carved into his bones the moment he had started to walk; endless hours spent in the forest close to the manor of the Munns, stumbling from one adventure to another within the blink of an eye. All those things he had grown up with had taken place outside: archery, horseback riding, hunting - all autumn long he had spent time outside, trying to make this whole animagus thing work with a rage that robbed him of his usually so elaborate words. He had never been one to give in to his furious impulses with that much ease, yet Athelstan Lancelot Munn followed his heart more than his mind - it turned him into an unexpected danger at times, a risk that could not be calculated. He liked the idea of being dangerous, something that had to be considered before taking another step. Too bad his damn animagus shape was a duck, as only few people he knew were afraid of ducks. He might as well turn into a fluffy little bunny with the same effect. It made Stan kick at the remains of snow that had mostly molten into muddy puddles, leaving a battlefield of dirty green and shit-like brown behind.

Long and elegant fingers raked through the curly, longer strands that were a ruffled and uncombed mess as usual - the disaster only increased by the breeze that was humming a song through the trees. Athelstan ached for the weight of his bow in his hands, arrows aimed at targets and hissing through the air - if only it hadn’t been too windy and the dangers of accidentally shooting someone were a given. He couldn’t quite afford getting in trouble again, another letter sent home to enrage his father. His record had never been as bad as these days; detention, fights with Nechtan and sudden outbursts of magic during family dinners piling up and ruining his polished image of a perfect pureblood son. But that was Archie’s job anyway, right? Stan could allow himself these small steps of improvisation in a dance that had been taught to him ever since he had been old enough to understand it.

It was the sight of his best friend that charmed a smile on his features, and only then he remembered to drop his shoulders and unclench his jaw again, sighing a little as he sped up - carefully skipping those puddles Brydon had jumped into, judging by how his boots and his jeans looked like. Athelstan merely raised a brow at him once he arrived, elegantly taking another step around the puddle before pausing - hands carelessly in the pockets of his leather jacket that stayed unzipped, a stark contrast to the fur that decorated it. Even the scarf around his neck had been tossed there without much care, no house pride displayed in the colours of Slytherin. Honestly, it had just been the only scarf in reach, and Stan had not felt like searching for one for ages.

“You didn’t get to play much outside as a mini Bry, mhhh?” the Munn boy hummed pleasantly, dark eyebrows raised at the lion as he mulled his idea around in his mind. It sounded childish in his mind, reckless even - it was the perfect idea. The smile on his lips widened for a moment before he gave Brydon a light shove. “Obstacle course? How about a game of catch instead? Your turn!” And with that he bolted, sidestepping around the puddles as well as he could before deliberately splashing into them - sure that Bry would follow him.

@Brydon Wilkins
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Mar 3 2018, 03:22 PM   Link Quote
As much as the young man loved being outside, his father did not like dirt and mud the way his son did and as a child, Bry had been told to stay inside and study or deal with the consequences of his actions. Of course, it didn't mean that mini Brydon hadn't snuck out and had fun in the sun, the trees and the grass, but he always tried to be careful about not being caught. Clunky tried to help him too. There were times when he had been caught, but his house elf was amazing - always had been. A part of Brydon felt slightly guilty that not going home during the holidays meant that he couldn't see her. She had been more of a mother to him than any woman and that was the story he was sticking to - not that anyone knew of it anyways.

Happiness danced through his heart and his mind as Athelstan turned his attention to him and the world faded away. There was no pureblood restriction and worries in this moment - and at the same time there was. But at the same time, they were just two boys running around in the early springtime air, gathering dirt and grime on their boots and legs. Laughter ran out from Brydon's lungs at his friend's suggestion and just like that, the two of them were off; stomping in puddles, surpassing others, having fun just the way that they always had since the time they had met at a party during fifth year soon after Athelstan had transferred to Hogwarts.

From the moment they had met, the two had been fast friends - both carefree, trying to enjoy life in the world where they were told who they were and expected to be acting a certain way rather than who they wanted to be. Brydon wanted to follow his heart rather than the rules and the expectations of the pureblood world. Fate had done this to him, let him become a Wilkins and have to follow the rules of their society or pay the consequences dearly from dear 'ld daddy. Athelstan was like a light in the dreary fog of the pureblood society - one that made the young man smile and laugh more with every day they spent together. It had been that way since they had met, after all, why would it be any different now?

So, on the chase went, his jeans becoming wetter and darker in color and substance collecting upon the denim. The laughter filled the air, the heartbeat started to be heard in his ears and not just his chest. Pausing for a moment to catch his breath, Brydon looked to Athelstan, whom he had not yet caught and was still taunting him for sure. Starting again rather suddenly, he lunged forward and reached his hand out - as though he was a seeker looking for the snitch - and fingers wrapped around the material of the jacket Athelstan was wearing, taking them both down to the ground in a matter of seconds.

@Athelstan Munn

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Mar 17 2018, 02:39 PM   Link Quote
Recently, being close to any kind of water - unless it was a sink, a bathtub or an actual glass full of clear liquid - woke the desire in Athelstan to shed his clothes and skin and join the ducks that gathered at the other side of the lake; only three of them at this time and all of them looking rather cold because it just wasn’t duck weather yet. Whatever that meant, as the boy had just come up with such a name in his mind, and he was still lacking a fitting definition. Succeeding with his animagus training in autumn had come with a whole chain of complications, as duck feet might not freeze to the icy surface immediately, but also were not designed to walk on ice. It was a struggle, yet one he was gladly fighting. At first, he had despised the fact he was turning into a tufted duck, despite his love for these animals. When one went through the whole process to learn to turn into an animal, one wanted something nice - a wolf, a giraffe, a walrus for all he cared. Not a small and insignificant thing like a duck. He might as well have become a hedgehog - but at least he would have been able to poke people then, which would have been entertaining.

Fortunately, Brydon was distracting enough to push all thoughts of shrugging off his jacket and waddling towards the Black Lake in duck shape away, because that seemed to be his best friend’s special talent: pushing every worry a few feet away so Stan had room to breathe again. Did Bry notice he was doing just that, or did it come naturally to him? The younger Munn boy never quite knew, but he loved every minute spent by the older lion’s side. This was like a living, breathing memory of easier times, as although the upbringing within the Munn family was strict, they had never been stopped from going outside and connecting with nature around them; the druid magic still deeply rooted in their blood and showing in their traditions, their rituals, and even their tattoos. Mud might have been sticking to clothes and leaves in his wild curls, but it had never bothered anyone as a flick of a wand could fix most mistakes.

Running was easier than learning how to fly; something a duck wasn’t necessarily meant to do anyway. He bolted off as if he were running from a whole gang of dogs - or a gaggle of dogs? Honestly, Athelstan Lancelot Munn might pretend to know many things, but knowing the name of a group of dogs was not one of them - although usually he was running towards every dog he saw. Unless he was held back by Archibald, his father, or anyone who knew the boy needed to stay far away from most fluffy animals due to dramatically developing allergies. Brydon was not quite keeping up with him, yet he felt the pull on his jacket, stumbling backwards and then forwards. Knees collided with the ground first and he somehow managed to keep his face from meeting the mud puddled he landed over, dark strands of hair falling in his face.

If there was any comfort in losing this race, it was the fact that his friend had went down too, together with Stan who was panting by now, admitting that he too was out of breath because he didn’t exactly spend large amounts of time working out. “Fouuuul!” he howled for a moment, laughing as he sat up and inspected the state of his dark clothes. Specks of mud and grass were drying quickly, and yet he could not resist the temptation of digging his fingers into the mud. He did not care about the feeling of mud underneath his fingernails as he aimed it at Brydon, deliberately throwing it over his best friend’s shoulder as he grinned at him. Athelstan had good aim after all; all these archery practices had to be good for something in the end. “Now what, huh?” he asked, his breath slowly steadying again.

@Brydon Wilkins
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