Just passed a group of bros in the parking lot. They were all wearing snapbacks and muscle shirts. As I passed I heard their conversation. The one bro was arguing, “Naw man, Dumbledore was a terrible caretaker, he literally sent kids into fucking death forest for detention. Messed up man.”
Anonymous said: ok so what if combeferre and courfeyrac are living together and they wake up for work and ferre goes to the hospital and courf goes to the law firm and then a few hours later an ambulance pulls up and ferre is one of the nurses or doctors who goes to help and the paramedics wheel someone out on a gurney and its courf
Combeferre soon finds out why the man on the gurney looks so familiar, and why he’s covering his face with his hands, trying to keep himself out of Combeferre’s sight.
Courfeyrac peeks through his fingers. “I swear I can explain,” he says sheepishly. “It’s not even that bad! The paramedic said it wasn’t bad!” He twists over to look at Bahorel. “Tell him you said it wasn’t that bad.”
Bahorel snorts. “He’s probably fractured his leg,” he tells Combeferre, and Combeferre scowls.
"I can explain!" Courfeyrac says again, quickly. "There was a moth trapped in the vents, and I thought to myself, what would Combeferre do? And I just had to climb up there to free it.”
Combeferre’s lips twitch up in spite of himself. “You’re an idiot,” he says fondly.
"I am the Protector of Trapped Moths!" Courfeyrac says, grinning now that he’s sure Combeferre isn’t too angry at him for getting hurt. "Please use and respect the title from hereon in."