Devereaux couldn’t help but laugh at himself when Missy made it clear that he was hardly the only one who was privy to the muggle world. Sometimes some of his classmates seemed so oblivious to those things, he could hardly help but assume everyone was the same. “Right, sorry.” He said, embarrassed. ...

Devereaux looked down into Missy’s warm brown eyes as she contemplated his question. He could see the indecisiveness there, feel it in the subtle way her fingers went stiff against his shoulder and in his own hand. After a moment, during which he was almost certain she was about to turn and leave hi...

Devereaux let out a whoop of joy as his final hit connected and sent the Bludger rocketing towards Missy. His joy turned to a moment of panic as he realized it was actually moving really fast. He winced as the enchanted ball very nearly connected with Missy’s shoulder. Fortunately she was just quick...

“Dev the Disaster.” Devereaux repeated, “That one is probably the truest.” Then, with a laugh, he sent her out for a spin. As they stepped, spun, and twirled around the dance floor, Devereaux found that he just couldn’t stop smiling. Although he knew she would be insufferable if he told her, Missy ...

Community Star: Annalee for posting like an absolute lunatic and being so active in the community.

Pressing the warm mug to his lips, Devereaux took a small sip of the hot chocolate. He savored the warmth of the drink as the creamy chocolate flavor brought a small smile to his face. He nodded along as Thaddeus commented on the unfortunate subject of his book and then mentioned their lack of prope...

Devereaux nodded as she commented on the delicate nature of spell casting. It seemed that charms and transfigurations in particular were especially picky with the little details. He assumed it had to do with the more nuanced nature of the spells. The basic combat spells seemed to respond more direct...

“Yes, it must be terribly crushing indeed.” Devereaux sniggered at her theatrics. “I suppose you will have to train me up so I’m not such an embarrassment.” He squinted suspiciously as her predatory smile formed. “I haven’t forgotten my poor trifle. Taken from the world so violently, so suddenly. A...

A smile lit up Devereaux’s face at Missy’s praise. Usually her comments were framed in sarcasm, even the good ones, so as to make it questionable wether or not she was actually giving a complement. “Thanks.” He replied simply. Tilting the nose of his broom down until he landed next to her on the pit...

Devereaux looked up towards the ceiling as if he was thinking about what she had said. “Shame? Class? I’m sorry Miss Dragonov, I’m afraid I’m unfamiliar with these terms. Surely if they were important I would have heard about them at this point in my life!” He finished by smacking his lips as if enj...

Devereaux nodded his head as Missy gave him some tips on how to fly a little more efficiently. She seemed to really know what she was talking about. He had been putting a ton of effort into forcing his broom through each turn, it had started to wear out his arms and legs. He knew that it wasn’t a su...

Devereaux hurried out of the main doors and emerged onto the Lawns. For some reason, Professor Zaheer had informed them that they would meet outside today. This was Devereaux’s first year in art, opting out of taking a fourth year of flying so that he could ‘stretch his horizons’ as he had called it...

Devereaux followed Missy around the pitch with a grin on his face. For the moment, his studies were forgotten, replaced by the wind rushing around him and the broom in his hands. He also found great delight in seeing Missy looping and wheeling ahead of him. She was, in fact, a fantastic flier, and i...

Devereaux contemplated her words as she spoke. It seemed that, perhaps, he had misunderstood her expression and tone. However, it did seem that what he said had pricked something. It wasn’t as big of a deal as he had assumed. Still, although he was witty, it was not as natural to him to partake in t...

Devereaux looked away from the orange and yellow flames of the fire to find Thaddeus Egerton approaching him. Although they had never interacted with one another, they had art together, and of course, people loved to talk about Thaddeus because of his family. Not to Devereaux of course, he had extre...

Devereaux was shocked to find a girl standing in the doorframe watching him. She had blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Her robes were trimmed in the familiar green of Slytherin. Confident she was not in fourth year with him, Devereaux guessed she was a fifth year, or possibly sixth. It took him a m...

Devereaux watched Missy with a humored smile. It quickly slipped from his face, however, when Missy mentioned her father and his drinking. She appeared to him to be lost in thought momentarily as she observed the liquid sliding along the inside of her glass. Then she began speaking again but her voi...

Devereaux smiled when Missy confirmed that he had made it in time. He was relieved that, at the very least, his running through the school had not been a complete waste. He observed her Firebolt briefly as she did the same to his much older broom. The polished ebony handle and perfectly manicured tw...

The Hufflepuff common room was particularly quiet on this Saturday morning. Likely due to the fact that most students enjoyed sleeping in a bit on the weekends. In the last couple of weeks the temperatures had dropped substantially, and this was a particularly cold morning. Which might have also had...

Devereaux took the opportunity to dig into his plate while Missy spoke about her upbringing. She was still speaking like a high-society girl, and as she spoke he began to realize that that was probably exactly what she was. He chuckled when she talked about dust, the imaginary thing that it was. The...

It was a rather chilly afternoon at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Although there were a few students roaming the grounds, most of them could be found somewhere inside the castle. The common rooms, with their blazing fires, were extremely popular. The library was a little busier than us...

Devereaux was happy that Missy decided to play along with is obnoxious behavior. Very quickly, however, he was scratching the back of his head in embarrassment as he realized he had walked them right past the tables of food. It probably had made more sense to stop on their way over to the table, tha...

Devereaux hastily ran through the Hufflepuff common room and straight to his dorm room. He placed his bag on the table next to his bed then began ripping his robes off. “Freaking lunatic…. Gonna kill me…. How do I get myself into these messes….” He could be heard muttering under his breath as he has...

Devereaux's resistance crumbled under the sheer enthusiasm pouring off of Missy. With barely a blink, Missy had shoved all of her things into her bag and began pushing his pile of books towards him. "Woah, woah, okay I'm coming!" Devereaux flinched as a sharp 'shhhhhh' came from the Librar...

Devereaux Gordon's Threads In Progress Making her Mark - with Missy Dragonov Ancient Runes class - Elder Futhark - with Bertrand Scrivener & Missy Dragonov Can I go back to the Library now? - with Missy Dragonov Charmed to Meet You - with Nixa Swan Fireside chats - with Thaddeus Egerton A Littl...