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Mattholomule sat across from Augustus.
Students swarmed the cafeteria, causing and leaving all sorts of chaos.
Mattholomule worried it might wake him, the sleeping illusionist witch, his sleeping beauty.
He studied the boy, he acknowledged the way his cheek squished against the table, the way his mouth hung just slightly open. This reassured him, that even with the screams coming from the students being dragged to detention, that he'd rest peacefully.
He felt sick, just watching this person, who fascinated him so.
He wanted to explode in Augustus’ presence, he wanted to see his smile, and hear his cringe jokes, but of course, he slept…
Mattholomule raised his hand in the boy's direction, finding itself in the outer layer of the tangles and curls of hair.
He figured this would satisfy his unfulfilled desires.
He let a finger wind itself in one of the coils, and then gently he pulled, letting it circle around and then off.
Before he could go again, Augustus tensed.
Mattholomule jumped back at the sound of his voice.
"n~... no, stay." Agustus muttered.
"ma-...Matt…" He continued
Mattholomule brought himself close again to listen to the broken up sentences spoken from the still sleeping Gus.
'Could he be…dreaming of me?'
Mattholomule placed his hand once again on the other boy's head, inching closer, listening for confirmation.
Mattholomule's body grew warm, his chest became heavy. His breathing was now uncontrollable as he distributed weight throughout his body, almost losing balance multiple times as he leaned furthermore over the table.
And then he watched as the other boy's eyes slowly blinked open.
In any other circumstance, Mattholomule would have been overrun with joy, pure bliss even, but not In this case.
Anxiety grabbed his heart and pulled.
He threw the hand that rested on his head up and brought it down with a firm chop.
"WAke uP!" Mattholomule almost yelled, with an unintentional squeak.
Augustus sat back with his hands covering where Mattholomule had just struck.
"I'm awake~" Augustus whined.
His face was scrunched, decorated with sleep and drool.
Mattholomule acknowledged this, and then he acknowledged Augustus as a whole.
He found himself giggling. Not just at Augustus, but the whole situation that occurred.
It was a thrill.
"What's funny?" Augustus said, pointing his finger at the other boy.
Mattholomule laughed harder at the fact that Gus could barely focus on him, seeing his finger and body drift, fighting his daze.
"It's nothing, Augustus. You look like you lost a fight with a baby griffin." He said, hiding his smile and giggles from him.
Then he calmed himself, he took in the boy with his eyes. He let himself be taken over with the familiar comfort of his presence.
And to himself, he said, 'I hope it was me.'