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“You doing alright?” asked Thomas into the quiet, setting his candle down on Harry’s dresser. “You slept through dinner.”
“You’ve never cared before,” scoffed Harry, gazing at the side of his companion’s face in the golden glow. “What brings you here—oh, I don’t think I can do tonight, Thomas, my head is splintering here.”
Thomas was silent as he settled the tray over Harry’s lap, eyes glancing up ever so often. He made to sit on the opposite end of the bed, keeping his distance, with the article bundle clutched anxiously in his hands. Harry picked up the spoon, dunking it into chicken stock clumsily, eyeing Thomas with longing suspicion.
IN WHICH: Harry Fisher and Thomas Barrow have an arrangement, and the exact details have gotten hard to read. For both parties.
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“Ghost and Bones—it even sounds like a good team, doesn't it?”
“It sounds right spooky, Cap,” tittered Soap, shifting over to jostle at Ghost’s shoulder.
They all smelled of hot explosives and scorching whiskey, and his nose burned against the sensory attack. Their small unit reeked of an unknown, comforting warmth, and Bones' stomach swooped dangerously against a fleeting breeze of frozen air. His tail started to hesitantly wag behind his back.
IN WHICH: Special Task Force 141 are assigned a militia hybrid to diversify their skill output; Soap tries to overcome his fear of dogs; and Ghost gets another chance.
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Leaving the scene, he noticed a Gryffindor boy standing there, mouth agape, both corners pulling up in a mischievous smirk. Tom had seen him before, and he was convinced the boy had noticed him around Hogwarts, too, but never once had they spoken. Their exclusive interactions were limited to when Ravenclaw and Gryffindor happened to be playing against each other on the quidditch pitch where they both operated bats, steering weighty globes of lead towards the other's outfit.
He grinned. Tom’s lips twitched in acknowledgement. Neither said anything. The boy did not know his name, but Tom most certainly knew his—or so he thought.
IN WHICH: The Weasley twins can't tell Thomas and Castor Fogg apart; but the Fogg twins also have a hard time differentiating Fred from George, so there's no hard feelings, right?