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Chelliephone · #1 (**permalink**) 06-03-2024, 01:30 AM

Welcome to the flat of Fynley Ellis and Joseph Schultz, located above Cranville Quincy's Magical Junk Shop!

As you enter through the front door, the first thing your eyes land upon is a closed door which houses the sole closet of your studio flat. The closet is charmed to be able to hold far more belongings than what one could assume without taking too much additional space over the shop below. To the left of the closet, is the open living space. This is your living room/bedroom combo, and is well lit with a large sliding glass door that opens out into a deck overlooking the alley. The window is charmed to keep any onlookers from being able to see inside, however a curtain can always be a welcome addition to the overall cheer and hominess.

Across from the living area is the small kitchenette. Amenities include a dishwasher, 4 burner stove top, fridge and plenty of cabinets. The cabinets themselves are not overly deep, however they can be charmed to hold more if needed - either by the tenant or one of the rental experts at the shop. Through the kitchen is also where the bathroom can be located. Bath boasts a single porcelain sink, bath and shower combo and an upgraded toilet.

Welcome to your new cozy home! On the ample counter space in the kitchen, a brochure for Nesting Occamy with phone numbers for leasing agents and maintenance for any issues that may arise can be located.

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*Lottiepot* · 07-17-2024, 10:05 PM

You’d have thought that living in this flat for however many months it had been since graduation that this pair had got themselves together and bought furniture. And yet, as was evidenced by the large box that was being crudely levitated up the stairs that led to their home, they had been sleeping this entire time on a mattress in the centre of the floor. The arrangement had been fine, Fynley didn’t sleep much when he should have and could find a questionably comfortable spot anywhere to kip when the fatigue hit, but with the added funds they’d earned from an unauthorised busking session at a recent Hogsmeade event it felt like the right time as any to finally invest in a bed frame. A decent one at that, not one of those ratty old ones that would feel more at home in the junk shop downstairs with that strange bloke and his pet flea. Honestly he had questioned the position of their flat several times before signing the lease but as Joseph had insisted that he didn’t want to live above the tattoo parlour, this was their only other option.

Independent living had been relatively uneventful to this point. It had mainly been used as a place to sleep in between shifts at work, Joseph at university and whatever other live music event they managed to squeeze into their schedules but it was home and Fynn was quite proud of the fact it was all theirs, lack of furniture and all (although he’d successfully managed to squeeze a drumkit in the corner, he knew where his priorities sat). Plus it was a bit of a kick in the teeth to his parents that he was thriving without their intervention.

Fumbling around in his pocket once he had reached the top of the stairs, he quickly remembered that his keys had been left on the kitchen countertop safe in the knowledge that Joseph likely had his. “Throw me your keys, will you?” He called over the box to wherever his boyfriend had found himself.

sweetpinkpixie · 08-01-2024, 11:47 AM

There were far worse places to live over and they could sell some unwanted knick knacks to the flea downstairs to cover a grocery bill in a pinch. Being only part time at uni allowed for Joseph to put in more hours at Paradise and with his small promotion from underage employee to a regular salary they were at least not living too horrendously paycheck to paycheck. He had never had much optimism to think about his life post Hogwarts, but he couldn't imagine it being any better than this. He, literally, had everything he needed and a whole lot of that came packaged oh-so-nicely in the curly haired son of a banshee who had captivated his heart strings and knew how to strum those effortlessly.

Stop. No. He was not sap so stop giving him that look right this instant.

The purchase of a bed frame felt like the end of an era. Just a mattress on the ground surrounding by the hodgepodge of other furniture-like items they had accumulated was giving quintessential struggling artist ... which was a much better take than poor university student slightly estranged with their family and actually estranged from family and looking for a path young adult vibe the pair actually was exhibiting. A part of him didn't want the bedframe but he knew how impractical that was and mattresses, good ones like they had saved up for, wanted you to empty your Gringotts vault out in order to own one.

His attention still very much on maintaining the Levitation Charm (if Fynley with all his quidditch muscles couldn't carry this box himself then extra focus was absolutely needed because Joseph's overcooked spaghetti muscles had no chance), Joseph could not spare glancing at his boyfriend but if he had there would have been a look of utter confusion plastered upon it. "...don't you already have them? Thought I lent them to you when you couldn't find your set the other day."

*Lottiepot* · 08-02-2024, 10:26 PM

Selling knick-knacks to the bloke downstairs was all well and good if Fynley had actually acquired anything other than what he needed. He’d left his parents house with a singular suitcase of clothes and other than his precious drumsticks and beloved (yet aging - it was probably time to invest in an upgrade now he worked for Zinnia) broomstick, there was nothing else of sentimental value that he was bothered about. He wasn’t sure where they’d even acquired half the ‘stuff’ that WAS important to build a homestead and Merlin knew that nothing in their cutlery drawer or the crockery cupboard was from a matching set nor did he care enough to correct it. Likewise, the nineteen year old was content to live in their not-quite-thriving-but-not-quite-squalor position just as long as he had his partner by his side.

And he wasn’t afraid to admit to being a sap either. Even if their usual compliments were presented in a mocking tone. There was a strong element of truth in his words when he’d dramatically informed Joseph that he made his heart thump like Babbitty Rabbitty’s foot on the pedal of his bass drum after they’d been subjected to a love fest of Hogwarts students home for the holidays in the Leaky Cauldron one evening.

Fynley had been relatively surprised that someone who was so anti-education had decided to pursue further studying, it wasn’t for him personally but he was proud of his boyfriend regardless for following his passions and having a marginally better idea for the future than he did. The whole lack of a bed thing likely contributed to the ‘anti the establishment’ vibe the duo had at Hogwarts, a diversion from the norm but also the likely culprit for the lower back pain that heading out of your teenage years liked to spring on you. That and the weird looks people gave them when visiting for the first time.

“No” he replied, his expression a sort of concoction of a confused frown. “I left them on the counter next to mine. I thought you would’ve picked them up” The exact spot where his own keys were presently sitting where they had been since he’d rediscovered them somewhere amongst his pile of laundry, very much NOT on their persons. He tried checking his pockets again just in case they had magically found their way back to him which they obviously had not and then moved onto the door handle which he rattled unsuccessfully in the hopes that brute force could bypass the security charms on the property.

“Well.. great.” He rubbed at his forehead.

sweetpinkpixie · 08-06-2024, 07:46 AM

He left them on the counter.

...

Well...great indeed.

"....you thought wrong." Grumbling a few choice words under his breath, Joseph guided the box up the last couple steps and then over towards the wall where he carefully set it down with a aggrieved thud. Marching over to the door, he tried the handle in vain and then tried it a bit more aggressively so that rattle of metal on wood echoed down the hallway. "...well...if this isn't like riding a splintered broom," he muttered and turned to look at Fynley as a beat of sweat dripped down his brow. "You left them on the counter?" Yes, they were going to ignore the fact that Joseph was without his own set for at least another few moments. "What are we supposed to do now?"

He definitely had not read the housing agreement thingumajig that likely outlined precisely what they were supposed to do in such a situation but knew enough to recall that Alohamora wasn't going to do squat.

*Lottiepot* · 08-08-2024, 09:07 PM

You know that whole secret romantic thing they just had going on? Yeah that was being overshadowed by the situation they had currently found themselves in.

Look, Fynley wasn’t afraid of accepting when the mistake was made by him but in this instance he wasn’t willing to take the full blame considering Joseph was perfectly capable of bringing his keys too. “Its not just my fault. You could’ve read my mind and known I didn’t bring mine” he grumbled half jokingly under his breath. Yes he was aware that ~~thankfully~~ ‘mind reading’ wasn’t the exact skill that Joseph had been blessed with but he loved to tease him with it regardless. It was an unfair advantage he had over his partner anyway so in Fynn’s mind it was fair game.

As would only be expected from the guy who sauntered his way through Hogwarts reading as little as he possibly could (with an excuse he might add), Fynley too hadn’t read the full handbook before signing the lease. He supposed that the most normal solution would be to visit the leasing office and somehow prove that they were the renters and be let in but that would require admitting that they were stupid enough to have locked themselves out and the whole spiel about proving his parents wrong would be futile.

That wasn’t to say that he didn’t have a slightly reckless but maybe genius idea to break into their own home. “We used to climb the parapets at school, do you reckon we could parkour our way onto the deck? I don’t remember locking the patio door.” It was either that or somehow convince the cat to open the door from the inside. Because being caught attempting to break into their own apartment was way less mortifying than owning up to their mistake was.

sweetpinkpixie · 08-13-2024, 11:30 AM

Where Fynley had a genuine compassionate humbleness about him, Joseph had an insufferable stubborn streak and there was no way he was going to own this mistake as one he had made ... even if he was absolutely also at fault.

His eyes narrowed over the back of the bedframe that now separated the pair at a diagonal across the hallway in front of their flat as he debated how insulted he should be by that jeer. Genuine jab or attempt to ease the tension? Either could be true or both in all honesty and, reluctantly, he admitted it did the latter somewhat. His partner was lucky that he was considerably less sensitive about the whole thing now that he was receiving proper training at the Ministry and out from under the thumb of the Schultz household. "Wait...I'm getting something..." he replied with extra squinty eyes, on edge tone, and furrowed brow while pressing his index and middle finger to his temple. "Ah...oh...there it is...uh...go splinch yourself." Put a finger down if your boyfriend was a handsome moron.

Joseph had read the first and last page of the agreement since, usually, that was where the more shady and unfavorable sentiments would be laid out since people tended to hope that you wouldn't read through to the end to find their 'gotcha' moment...and he could confidently say that there were no explanations nor how-to's on what to do when you locked yourself out. More mature witches and wizards would likely send a patronus out as an SOS...but, well, best to just focus on what the Slytherin duo had to work with.

"...we could," Joseph nodded, his face lighting up as if Fynley had just struck gold and neither of them would ever have to work another day in their lives. "This building is nothing compared to the castle so really shouldn't be that difficult. Consequentially, we levitated this up all these stairs mostly no problem...one of us could levitate the other to the patio." People rubbernecking their attempt could also, and in a much less playful manner, go splinch themselves.

*Lottiepot* · 08-16-2024, 04:23 PM

Humble maybe, compassionate definitely but stubbornness was not exclusive to the other Slytherin. He was willing to accept that he had screwed up but not enough to claim it was his sole responsibility.

Fynley hoped that his boyfriend knew him well enough to take his comments with a pinch of salt. He was very much not in the business of offending anyone intentionally and he did often use humour as a means to diffuse the situation. That wasn’t to say that Fynn completely understood the situation but he was learning. And even if Joseph could read his mind, there was nothing in there that his partner didn’t know already.

He supposed that that was meant as an insult, a playful one maybe and likely deserved which is why Fynley would never take such words to heart. “Awww baaaabe” he responded, drawing out the nickname that literally brought vomit to their mouth every time they heard another couple using it. “Your radar must be off, that’s definitely not what I was thinking..” he smirked, popping out from behind the box so that he could see him clearly. “Maybe there’s too much distance between us.” He remarked, knowing darn well that it didn’t work that way but it was a great excuse regardless.

Honestly the thought of attempting a charm on something as.. precious (don’t judge him for being a sap) as Joseph didn’t fill him with the most confidence for a positive outcome. “As stupid as it sounds, I have more faith in our climbing abilities than in my charming skills” he chuckled at his own self-deprecation. “And climbing sounds like more fun, like the old school days..”

sweetpinkpixie · 08-18-2024, 12:57 AM

"...you are really fortunate that there is a whole bedframe between the two of us right now, babe," he replied with a saccharine tone and a flutter of the eyelashes that would make a tower gazelle jealous. The worst part of this whole thing was that he couldn't even fault Fynley for it because if their roles were reversed, and Joseph the one with a Legilimens for a boyfriend, then he absolutely be taking jabs and milking the gag well beyond those udders running dry. "Once this situation with this moderately expensive piece of junk gets situated...you're getting it. Hard."

Drumming lightly on his side of the frame, though it was the loveable doofus opposite him that was the true percussionist, Joseph glanced back at the stairwell they had just come up and tried to estimate just how many steps it had been to their flat and did a quick comparison to the scale of things they had conquered at Hogwarts. "I could manage," he concluded, though his OWL and NEWT scores would imply otherwise but bases a wizard's entire ability on some ruddy old exams was quite ignorant in his opinion. "But seeing as I skipped leg and arm day I suppose would make up for that."

As if he actually had a gym schedule to begin with. That thought alone was laughable.

Joseph stepped away from the bedframe, arms up just incase the thing decided to tip and come crashing towards him, and then turned slightly towards the stairs he would be going back down. "Back down together or is one of us playing spotter from the window?" he asked with a chin jab towards the end of the narrow corridor and the series of windows facing the outside.

*Lottiepot* · 08-19-2024, 01:48 PM

There were a thousand comments that Fynley could make right now, some likely to be more positively received by his partner than others leaving the nineteen-year-old questioning in which direction he wanted to go. Likewise he would expect the teasing should the roles be reversed so he didn’t feel too guilty about pushing the boundaries just a little. “Actually I think it’s quite unfortunate. Contrary to popular belief, I like you.” Loved in fact but those were words reserved for the more serious, private situations when they weren’t pushing each other's buttons. “I look forward to that” his lips twitched into an all-too familiar sly smile whilst resting his arms on top of the box he was presently holding in position with his foot.

Just because they could didn’t mean that they should. Levitation spells were all very well and good but other than potentially dropping one another, it lacked the appeal that scaling the building would. A sensible solution would be to borrow a broom from somewhere, a sight that he would love to see from Joseph but the thought hadn’t even crossed the ex-Slytherin’s mind. Just don’t tell Zinnia that. “Since when have you had a gym routine?” His eyebrow twitched upwards. Joseph had that model physique, slender, tall, sharp features and naturally beautiful - his need to visit a gym seemed counterproductive considering Fynley thought him quite perfect already. “And why wasn’t I invited?” Fynley meanwhile HAD to keep his fitness levels up during the downtime between school holidays, drumming only did so much to maintain muscle mass on his arms.

“I’m not letting you have all the fun by yourself” he chuckled after conducting a freezing charm on the bed frame to stop it going anywhere (although he couldn’t quite remember if it worked on inanimate objects but it was worth the try) and then squeezing his way past the box and back down the stairs until he came face-to-face with his boyfriend.

sweetpinkpixie · 08-22-2024, 10:38 AM

Fluctuating between endearment and frustration was annoying, did Fynley know? It was difficult to stay frustrated or even pseudo frustrated at his boyfriend when he was always so stupidly charming along with promises to celebrate their triumph of getting this damn thing into their flat hanging in the air. But he was going to do his best to play the disgruntled totally not at fault bloke for a little longer. "Really is inconvenient that I just so happen to be enthralled with you too," he sighed in the most dramatic manner possible, the exhale so big that his shoulders slouched.

They really were a pair of total idiots.

Joseph couldn't quite help give the gym rat a puckered lip kind of look with an arched brow that would be the envy of every drag queen going to the library. Open your books and put your reading glasses on because there was some real sarcastic judgement going on. "Fynley, I always skip leg and arm day." Because he never went, geddit? Apparently humor was not his strong suit at the moment. "And you are always invited to my kind of gym day."

Levitation sounded like something that may cross their minds some night while they were in the mood and state to make poor choices, so they may see just how well (or not) they fared at that task later. Admittedly, the charm on the bedframe was a stroke of genius and one that they really should have come to sooner to spare his twiggy arms the extra strain. What other brilliant ideas were they overlooking while they scrambled to reverse their situation? Hindsight was always 20/20 so maybe once they were sprawled out, exhausted, on their mattress ON their bedframe IN their flat they would come up with a plan in case they ever did this again. Joseph sidestepped a little to allow for more room for Fynley to join him and when he did his boyfriend was met with yet another playful eyeroll. "Come on then," he sighed, slipping his hand into Fynley's and tugging him back down all those damn flights of stairs.

*Lottiepot* · 08-24-2024, 11:44 AM

Oh he knew and that was exactly why he could get away with it. Being like every other couple was boring you see but no matter how much winding up or pushing buttons he could manage, Joseph was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with so he had to up the natural charm too. “I know” he beamed, then sent a ridiculous kissy face down at his boyfriend. “You’d have got rid of me long ago otherwise.” Despite their obvious differences, there were a lot of similarities too between the pair in terms of attitudes and interests that just made them work.

..and it helped that Joseph was incredible to look at but let’s assume that physical attraction was not a priority.

Even more important was that this conversation had temporarily distracted from the blame accusations. At the end of the day they were both idiots who if they actually decided to use their brains would likely be dangerous. Joseph especially - those legilimens skills could be a weapon in the wrong hands.

Y’know when someone’s humour was so dry that you couldn’t tell whether they were being sarcastic or not? In Fynley’s defence he didn’t have a tracking charm on Joseph and therefore knew every one of his movements when the other wasn’t around. For all he knew Joseph might have decided to up his exercise routine. “Oh you’re being sarcastic” he mimicked Joseph’s ~iconic~ eye roll. “The gym isn’t as scary as you might think though, I promise that I’d look after you,” he smirked. As for that last statement, after a brief clear of the throat he replied. “I invite myself to those, thank you.”

Fynn was honestly of the opinion that the past was the past and there was no point in dwelling on what could have been when the outcome was much the same. It was the adventure in getting there after all, sure they could have made their life easier but when had they ever taken the mundane route? Being called a genius however for remembering a charm from their earlier years of education, which for your average wizard was probably part of everyday life, was both a compliment and an insult. But please do remind him that his years at Hogwarts weren’t a complete failure. His fingers curled perfectly around Joseph’s as the other tugged him down the staircase and out into the thankfully mostly empty street. Fynley hadn’t been that impressed that the studio flat was above Cranville’s but was now feeling grateful that the junk shop didn’t attract the same sort of crowds some of the more popular stores did in Diagon.

“I’ll boost you onto that ledge there” he pointed with his free hand to the wonky section of roof to the left side.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-01-2024, 06:28 AM

"If only," he snorted with a roll of the eyes. Imagine that sad state of an alternate reality in which their passionate playful sarcasm had never come to fruition or their sweet serenades never graced various London corners. To deprive the world of such delights would truly be a shame. While Joseph rarely ever thought too far in advance, hence the spontaneous bursts of nonsensical self sabotage like skipping the majority of his OWL's, he hadn't not imagined a future...a life...in which Fynley was not an intimate part of it.

As for all the gym talk, Joseph feigned a bit of enthusiasm but ultimately there was no interest in spending any extended amount of time in a muscly sweatshop. "I'd rather play cheerleader at one of your pick up informal quidditch whatevers," he chuckled with a little dismissive wave of the hand. "I'll bring pom poms and wear my hair in pigtails and everything." He actually wouldn't, but it felt necessary to say to stress just how much he had no interested in having an actual literal gym day. "And for the record...I do not think the gym is scary. I simply have an allergy against that rubbery gym smell and sales and marketing pitches. Hives and everything. Might actually kill me." Not to mention it required being around people, an issue that no longer carried the same inconveniences as it once had but he still would like to avoid small spaces with a dense population and copious amounts of metallic clicking and clanking.

Once down the stairs and out in front, Joseph lazily draped an arm over Fynley's shoulders and eyed the spot of roof just indicated along with any potential routes once they got on to it. "Is that wonky because of poor design or is it wonky because the moment something heavy lands on it it is going to break off?" he speculated with a tilt of the head that gently knocked his own against his boyfriend's. Where was a stray kneazle strutting from roof to roof when you needed it? "Isn't there some spell or another that makes you a little lighter? Or can I count on your quidditch reflexes to be able to cast Arresto Momemtum?"

*Lottiepot* · 09-09-2024, 07:16 PM

It was a true shame that Fynley wasn’t a legilimens so he could prove once and for all that he wasn’t exclusively the sap in this relationship. Not that he didn’t know that already nor did he really care that his reputation was tarnished by the reality that he was a hopeless romantic at heart and that Joseph was essentially his only family by that point that it made their relationship work on so many levels. He was pretty certain, in fact he’d place bets on it, that Joseph was as devoted as he was even if their words said otherwise.

Which they quite often did. Case in point the playful banter they were currently exchanging.

The gym wasn’t exactly his favourite place to exercise either but when needs must and Joseph was otherwise unavailable, the nineteen year old could be found pumping iron to pass the time and bridge the gap in the off season to achieve peak physical fitness (of which he had never truly attained but a boy could dream). “Now that I’d LOVE to see” His lips settled into a smirk, mind filled with images of Joseph in pigtails and the little skirt that stereotypical cheerleaders wore. “I’m sure one of your sisters has a big bow you could borrow too.” What a shame he had decided not to make the attempt to go professional, Joseph would’ve made a fine WAG.. HAB. Whatever the male equivalent was. “I’m sure you and your quick mouth could handle a pushy salesman.” His eyebrow quirked. He’d seen Joseph handle far worse in the past after all.

Fynley’s knowledge for medieval architecture was non-existent but the fact that the buildings had stood for so long must have been testament to their longevity. “Probably designed that way. Didn’t have spirit levels back in the 1100s or whenever Diagon Alley was built.” History of Magic was not his forte, dates were always lost in his mind. “You’ll be fine, I’ll catch you” he shrugged, automatically volunteering Joseph to go first seeing as he was lighter and nimble and Fynn was quite proud of his fast reflexes.

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