Prisoner of Society // Kingsley!

[travis daniel mclaggen]

this world will never be what I expected
and if I don't belong who would've guessed it

travis mclaggen - prisoner of society
great hall - with kingsley shacklebolt

Unlike a good number of his classmates, it had never been difficult for Travis to pull himself out of bed in the morning; in fact, on this particular Saturday morning, most of Hogwarts’ residents were still under their comforters, desperate for one last minute of sleep and warmth. However, Travis had taken the opportunity, like every Saturday, to jump out of bed, dart down to the Great Hall to beat the crowd, and tackle the day’s adventures. He slid into the seat at the very end of the Ravenclaw table that, over his 4 and a half years at Hogwarts, had become his own as a result of some unspoken agreement between himself and the rest of his house.

Seizing spoonfuls of everything that was in front of him until his plate was nearly overflowing, Travis began to eat his breakfast; or, perhaps a better way to phrase it would be, absolutely decimating the defenseless food before him. He often ate unhealthy amounts of food, even for a teenage boy, but was never questioned about this habit. Come to think of it, no one much questioned anything he did, and for a few reasons. One, because he seldom made his actions public, preferring to act independently. Two, because he’d achieved the reputation of snapping at anybody who doubted him. It was better this way.

Several other bodies dotted the tables of the Great Hall at this point, none of which acknowledged Travis and none to whom he acknowledged. There weren’t many people whom he would consider even casual enough acquaintances to give a ‘hi, how are you?’ to. He really wasn’t one for such banalities. However, there were a select few. In fact, as Travis thought deeper about it, one of these few was seventh-year Gryffindor Kingsley Shacklebolt. The two got on surprisingly well for their age and house difference, and considering the amount of friends Travis actually had. The reason Kingsley came to mind so quickly was that they’d briefly discussed hanging out that day. Unsure if Kingsley would remember this conversation – because Travis himself struggled to recall it – Travis decided it was best not to bring it up. Because often, though he did highly respect the elder Gryffindor, their interests did not mix and he was often dragged into things that he did not want to do. Whether he had had anything specific in mind or not, Travis would have to wait to find out.

[kingsley devon shacklebolt]

boy, you're dangerous , yeah you're that guy,
that type , that i'd be stupid to trust.
BUT JUST ONE NIGHT, COULD IT BE SO WRONG?
( YOU MAKE ME WANNA LOSE CONTROL )

( IM GONNA MAKE YOU LOSE CONTROL )
CAUSE JUST ONE NIGHT, COULDN'T BE SO WRONG.
, take a bite, let me shake up your world.
i know your type, you're daddys' lil girl,

Saturdays were usually Kingsley's day off. They were the days he was just recovering from a party or a Quidditch match from the previous day. But this particular Saturday, Kingsley was up early, a rare occurrence. Kingsley at first had gotten himself dressed but then started to roam the castle, looking for something interesting to do, someone to talk to anyway. But the morning light was just emerging from the horizon and the rest of the students were still in their beds. As Kingsley made his way down the Great Hall, he spotted a boy at the Ravenclaw table, eating - more like demolishing - a plate full of unhealthy breakfast items.

Glancing the boy's way, Kingsley decided to go see who it was and maybe annoy him a little bit. It was too early to do anything worse. He walked with a swag, head high and shoulders slightly slouched, giving off a "cool kid" attitude. It had scored him nights with hot girls and lots of friends in this hell hole. Waking up from this reverie, Kingsley found himself face-to-face with Travis Mclaggen, a fifth-year Ravenclaw that Kingsley had met a few days back. Recalling that day, they had agreed to hang out again today. Damn, I'm good, mused Kingsley. He decided that he liked Travis - they weren't so different at all. Travis was just a little shy. No biggie; Kingsley could fix that in a few hours.

Kingsley approached Travis and slid into the seat next to him. "Bonjour," chuckled Kingsley. "What are you doing today? I think we should do something... fun." Kingsley smiled the winning grin that always got him what he wanted. Today, he was planning on mentoring Travis and taking him under his wing. Teaching him how to get girls and make friends and such. An apprentice seemed fun.

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now i know my abc's , three-hundred nine
tag - you're it dollface , travis mclaggen
every picasso has his muse , Watching to Chopped via Food Network
play it again sam , lyrics used were the one and only cobra starships' ft. leighton meester, called good girls gone bad.
the credits are rolling , abbie.doll; will.<3sam of caution 2.0 <3 made this mind blowing template. please, please don't make her get the ninja bunnies after you! which meanssss, no credit removing. it makes her all warm and fuzzy inside. =)

[travis daniel mclaggen]

When Travis hadn’t seen Kingsley walk in or attempt to approach him, he began to formulate some other plans for the day. He began to help himself to seconds when he considered his workload for the weekend. Mentally, he made a list of his assignments and tests and whatnot. The amount of time he’d have to spend on it was massive, and he was not looking forward to it at all. He then considered what classes he could afford to blow off. On this particular weekend, his classes seemed especially trivial; he never understood why, if he already understood a particular subject, he had to spend hours working on homework in said subject. There was so much more that he could be doing that was more worthwhile of his time.

Just as he was figuring out how he was going to spend his weekend, Kingsley Shacklebolt approached, and somehow Travis knew that his plans were all about to be thrown out the window. Kingsley was the type of guy who usually got what he wanted; and Travis knew this because he was also that type of guy. He gave a nod of greeting as the Gryffindor took the seat next to him and proceeded to ask about his plans that he had just been formulating in his mind. Travis took his time to answer, chewing his food thoughtfully to stall for time. This was not uncommon for him; he never acted or spoke without thinking it thoroughly through first. However, often, his mind works so fast that his sharp wits and responses come out automatically. This was not the case. On any other Saturday, Kingsley would’ve had to struggle to get him to concede. But today, the thought of working all day seemed so unappealing, that he was extremely tempted by Kingsley’s offer.

“Like what?” Travis said finally when his mouth was clear of food. “I’ve got a lot of work to do.” He approved of this way of answering. This way, he expressed his interest in hanging out, but also gave himself an excuse to decline depending on what Kingsley had in mind. Instinctively, Travis’s eyes went to the ceiling, observing the sky. The morning sun was still creeping up over the horizon, dazzling the grey sky with shades of pink and orange. Being February at Hogwarts, the day was sure to be extremely cold, but the sky appeared to be clear. It was shaping up to be one of the nicest days they’d had at the school this winter so far. “What do you have in mind? I also want to get outside at some point this weekend,” he explained, his love for Quidditch and other sports taking over. However, he was still wary of Kingsley’s request; often, their ideas of ‘fun’ did not match.

[kingsley devon shacklebolt]

boy, you're dangerous , yeah you're that guy,
that type , that i'd be stupid to trust.
BUT JUST ONE NIGHT, COULD IT BE SO WRONG?
( YOU MAKE ME WANNA LOSE CONTROL )

( IM GONNA MAKE YOU LOSE CONTROL )
CAUSE JUST ONE NIGHT, COULDN'T BE SO WRONG.
, take a bite, let me shake up your world.
i know your type, you're daddys' lil girl,

Being a handsome brute was harder than Kingsley could've imagined. People left and right wanted to hang out with him. Girls at night, and his bro-friends during the day. However, on this chilly February morning, he had no plans. It was a new thing to Kingsley; he didn't like being this free. Travis didn't seem so eager to join in to Kingsley's vague plans. He'd have to fix that. Nobody could say no to him. That was his job.

Sighing, Kingsley took a look at the plate of food in front of Travis. How could he eat all that and not feel guilty afterwards? Kingsley was the type of guy to secretly worry about his weight. Never had he eaten that much food in one seating. Kingsley looked at Travis again. The fifteen year old was fit, Kingsley decided, and he also made up his mind that Quidditch is what kept Travis in shape. Travis was handsome, how come he didn't have a girlfriend? Never once had Kingsley seen him with anyone. It didn't cross Kingsley's mind that Travis might not want one - his mind was set. Finally, he got an idea of what to do.

Kingsley smiled. "Travis, you and me are going to find you someone for Valentine's Day. Well at least, I'm going to teach you how to find someone. Fancy a stroll around the castle?" He quickly jumped up, enthusiastic to start his newfound project.

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now i know my abc's , two-hundred fifty words
tag - you're it dollface , travis mclaggen
every picasso has his muse , Perfect, by P!nk
play it again sam , lyrics used were the one and only cobra starships' ft. leighton meester, called good girls gone bad.
the credits are rolling , abbie.doll; will.<3sam of caution 2.0 <3 made this mind blowing template. please, please don't make her get the ninja bunnies after you! which meanssss, no credit removing. it makes her all warm and fuzzy inside. =)

[travis daniel mclaggen]

Whatever Travis was expecting out of Kingsley, matchmaking was not it. He paused and raised his eyebrows at his friend, giving him a scrutinizing look. This was not at all in line with Travis’s idea of fun; in fact, this was probably the last item on his list of things-he-wanted-to-do. He had nothing against couples, or girls, or Valentine’s Day. He simply believed they were overrated. Any relationship he had been in ended quickly, once the girl figured out he had little interest in anything other than sex, and wasn’t exactly what you called the perfect gentleman. He could compare girls with old brooms: they were to be cast aside, only to be retrieved if you were really desperate. And yet somehow, still, Travis was not considered unpopular. Upon arrival at Hogwarts, girls flocked to him, smitten by his good looks and brains and skills on the Quidditch field. Of course, he made sure none of them stayed for very long. This didn’t happen as often anymore; by his fifth year, most of the girls had figured him out. But there was still one or two on occasion.

It was really Valentine’s Day that Travis had a problem with. He hated huge social events, and people were bound to go crazy over Valentine’s Day. It was really just another day on the calendar. Nothing made it special except for couples having an excuse to be all over each other and buy each other pointless gifts. It made him sick. “That’s your idea of fun?” he scoffed, shaking his head slightly. Kingsley sure did have a big ego. But Travis could not judge him based off that; because he, too, could be rather arrogant. However, he could not deny that he was rather amused by his companion’s plan for the day. He figured it could make for some interesting conversations.

Pushing his empty plate aside, he too stood up, though not as quickly or eagerly as his friend. “Alright, I’ll humor you,” he said with a smirk. “Let me hear what you have to say.” Travis set off out of the Great Hall, fighting through the swarm of people trying to get in. It was now time for the majority of students to be awaking, getting ready, and beginning their day. He wasn’t extremely enthusiastic to see where this day’s adventure would take him, but he had to admit that he was curious. And anything had to be better than claiming his usual spot in the library, slaving over his daily essays and whatnot. Plus, he could tell Kingsley was excited to be doing something; he was not the type of guy to want to sit around all day, bored, like Travis was. “So where do we start?” He popped a piece of gum into his mouth, holding out another piece to Kingsley in offering.

[kingsley devon shacklebolt]

boy, you're dangerous , yeah you're that guy,
that type , that i'd be stupid to trust.
BUT JUST ONE NIGHT, COULD IT BE SO WRONG?
( YOU MAKE ME WANNA LOSE CONTROL )

( IM GONNA MAKE YOU LOSE CONTROL )
CAUSE JUST ONE NIGHT, COULDN'T BE SO WRONG.
, take a bite, let me shake up your world.
i know your type, you're daddys' lil girl,

Kingsly leaned forward, waiting to hear what Travis would say about his offer. Valentine's Day. Usually it meant nothing to Kingsley; it was another day to have sex or be romantic or whatever it was couples did. Last year at this time, he had broken up with a girl whose name he didn't bother to remember. Valentine's Day hadn't meant something in a long while. But this year, he felt different about it. This year, he wanted to find a real love.

Love was always a throw-away term to Kingsley. He said 'I love you' to his aunt and uncle, and he said it when he was in the bed and he said it on a date. Lots of people say that 'love' wasn't used enough. But Kingsley thought it was said too much. This year though, he wanted it to mean something. Anything.

No one could just guess that Kingsley had thought about this before. He didn't reveal this part of him. But thinking about Travis not having a girlfriend and Valentine's Day had gotten him to remember the conversation he'd had with himself once upon a time. Damn. I am NOT this deep. Looking back up at Travis, Kingsley smiled at his answer. He gladly took the gum out of Travis's hand and absorbed the mintiness for a second. "We start," - Kingsley smiled as he answered - "over here." And he began trotting towards the door to exit the Dining Room. The sun was just coming up, and some girls must've been awake by now. Putting his hands in his jacket, Kingsley turned and waited for Travis to follow.

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now i know my abc's , two hundred eighty-one words
tag - you're it dollface , travis mclaggen
every picasso has his muse , it will rain, bruno mars
play it again sam , lyrics used were the one and only cobra starships' ft. leighton meester, called good girls gone bad.
the credits are rolling , abbie.doll; will.<3sam of caution 2.0 <3 made this mind blowing template. please, please don't make her get the ninja bunnies after you! which meanssss, no credit removing. it makes her all warm and fuzzy inside. =)

[travis daniel mclaggen]

Travis was a guy who was usually very sure of himself. Some people called him arrogant; this was a fair statement, because he did have a bit of an ego, this was sure. Perhaps instead he is over-confident. Most accurately, however, he is always well-thought-out, cautious, careful about everything he said and did, so there was hardly ever room for regret or second-guesses. He also tended to err on the side of caution; not much of a risk taker, Travis preferred to lie in the shadows and be the observer. Some would even go as far as to call him boring. Today, however, was probably the most exciting and eventful day he would have – and he was hoping he wouldn’t regret it. He knew, though, that Kingsley was the opposite; he always liked to be out doing something, busy, and today that something just happened to involve Travis.

As he followed his friend outside of the now-busy Great Hall, he was starting to wish, as usual, that he was not the center of attention for today’s adventure. Travis was uncomfortable with being the subject: he would very much have preferred for he and Kingsley to search for a date for Kingsley, not himself. Even that held a certain appeal that today’s quest did not. Travis decided that he must be really desperate for something to do, almost feeling as though he was walking down death row. Perhaps Kingsley would get distracted by something else over the course of the day. He imagined that he would probably get bored of it after a while; but you never know.

Travis’s tracks stopped just outside the entrance, beside his friend. Subconsciously, he blew a large bubble with the gum; a habit which he had deemed impossible to quit. As the herds of students swarmed past them, he eyed the girls warily. There was not one that he was interested in, in being with for Valentine’s Day. Girls could get weird during Valentine’s Day anyway. Desperate for attention, almost. “Well it wouldn’t be my first choice to start,” he noted dully, already beginning to feel uncomfortable with the gradually-growing crowd. “But you are the expert.” There was a note of sarcasm in his voice, but that tone had permanently taken residence in his vocal cords. He seldom said anything that wasn’t sarcastic. Instead of continuing, he instead awaited his friend to start his first piece of ‘advice.’

[kingsley devon shacklebolt]

boy, you're dangerous , yeah you're that guy,
that type , that i'd be stupid to trust.
BUT JUST ONE NIGHT, COULD IT BE SO WRONG?
( YOU MAKE ME WANNA LOSE CONTROL )

( IM GONNA MAKE YOU LOSE CONTROL )
CAUSE JUST ONE NIGHT, COULDN'T BE SO WRONG.
, take a bite, let me shake up your world.
i know your type, you're daddys' lil girl,

It wasn't like Kingsley was an idiot. He knew Travis didn't want to come. But he needed to. Travis was a hard working guy. He deserved a girl. Every guy deserved a girl. Just because Travis was too shy, didn't mean Kingsley would give up. He ignored Travis's sarcastic comment and turned to his friend.

Kingsley smiled and said, "We start here to survey the pool. You don't want to settle, alright? Now, tell me when a girl appeals to you." He searched the corridor, looking for any fifth-year girls he knew. He only saw sixth-years and seventh-year girls, but the young ones were probably not awake yet. Kingsley remembered his first years in Hogwarts.

A distinct memory was flooding the boy's restroom. It was quite funny, actually. Leaving on all the sinks over the nighttime. In the morning, half the school was stepping in tap water. That was his second year. Fourth year, he had put an apple on the teacher's desk. Just as she was about to take a bite, Kingsley transformed it into a bat. Fifth and sixth years, he sent fake love letters to the single teachers in Hogwarts. They were anonymous, and after it hyped up, they magically stopped arriving. It was quite the show.

He was quite the prankster until he discovered girls. Kind of like how Travis was so overwhelmed with studies and books - who needs that if you have a wife? Kingsley took it as his duty to find Travis a girlfriend.

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now i know my abc's , two hundred sixty
tag - you're it dollface , travis mclaggen
every picasso has his muse , fly, nicki minaj & rihanna
play it again sam , lyrics used were the one and only cobra starships' ft. leighton meester, called good girls gone bad.
the credits are rolling , abbie.doll; will.<3sam of caution 2.0 <3 made this mind blowing template. please, please don't make her get the ninja bunnies after you! which meanssss, no credit removing. it makes her all warm and fuzzy inside. =)

[travis daniel mclaggen]

The swarms of people were becoming increasingly larger and louder, causing Travis to instinctively take a step backward in the direction of the stone wall. He instantly realized what he was doing, however, and thus prevented himself from completely turning in the opposite direction and booking it. It was moments like these that made him realize how antisocial he’d really become over his five years at Hogwarts. Perhaps “become” wasn’t really the most accurate word; long before his Hogwarts letter arrived, Travis much preferred the company of a book over the company of children his own age. Then again, he always has had the attitude of someone much older than he truly was; not much had changed at all in any department of his personality.

For example, Travis could not help but ponder the immaturity of the matchmaking in which he was participating now. “I have an idea, how about I don’t?” Travis muttered, not knowing whether he had spoken loud enough for Kingsley to hear him. Either way didn’t matter to him; he’d never been very good at keeping his thoughts to himself anyway. Maybe if he was so terrible at getting girls, Kingsley would give up and concede to doing something else. Anything else seemed more appealing – well, anything apart from studying, which he’d been doing so much of lately that ramming his head into a brick wall seemed more appealing.

After stalling for as long as possible, Travis finally decided to answer. “She’s pretty hot,” he said unconfidently, pointing into a random group of attractive girls so he wouldn’t have to commit to picking one. It kind of reflected how he would want a relationship (if any at all): uncommitted. “And her friends. I don’t know. You pick one.” None of these girls he recognized, apart from a passing in the hallway every once in a while. He had no idea what year they were, or even if they were Ravenclaws. Perhaps if they were Gryffindors, Kingsley would know. On second thought, hopefully they weren’t Gryffindors, so Kingsley wouldn’t know them. He slumped moodily against the wall with his hands in his pockets, the look on his face clearly demonstrating his distaste.

[kingsley devon shacklebolt]

boy, you're dangerous , yeah you're that guy,
that type , that i'd be stupid to trust.
BUT JUST ONE NIGHT, COULD IT BE SO WRONG?
( YOU MAKE ME WANNA LOSE CONTROL )

( IM GONNA MAKE YOU LOSE CONTROL )
CAUSE JUST ONE NIGHT, COULDN'T BE SO WRONG.
, take a bite, let me shake up your world.
i know your type, you're daddys' lil girl,

It's not like there weren't attractive girls in Hogswarts. In fact, there was loads. Brunettes, blonds, redheads, with blue eyes, green eyes brown eyes, and those who want to study or want to have sex. Kingsley didn't have a type and often picked up random hot girls. The reason he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment was because he was too bored with the selection at the moment. Most girls, he'd already dated anyway.

Travis, however, hadn't ever had a girlfriend - to Kingsley's knowledge. He thought about asking but decided against it when Travis finally answered. He pointed out a small group of fifth-years, mostly Hufflepuffs but some Gryffindors that Kingsley recognized. After hearing Travis's completely not specific comment, Kingsley smacked him lightly on the upside of the head. Travis's vague answers pissed Kingsley off because Kingsley was trying to help and Travis simply wasn't allowing Kingsley to perform such a charity.

Oh, if Kingsley could pick one for Travis, it'd have to be the tall blond. She had startling green eyes and longish, straight hair. The pattern on her scarf indicated she was a Gryffindor. Perfect-o. "Watch, and learn." smiled Kingsley, and he strolled away to meet the girls. When he approached, they giggled and stopped talking. "Excuse me, have you seen by friend Travis Mclaggen? He was going to help me study for Potions. He's awfully smart, you know. Have you seen him? Attractive bloke, Quidditch boss?" Kingsley looked around as if he were looking for Travis. His eyes met Travis's for long enough to let Kingsley wink. He mouthed, 'FOLLOW ALONG'.
Wingman-ship, damn this was easy.

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now i know my abc's , two hundred sixty-eight.
tag - you're it dollface , travis mclaggen
every picasso has his muse , countdown, beyonce.
play it again sam , lyrics used were the one and only cobra starships' ft. leighton meester, called good girls gone bad.
the credits are rolling , abbie.doll; will.<3sam of caution 2.0 <3 made this mind blowing template. please, please don't make her get the ninja bunnies after you! which meanssss, no credit removing. it makes her all warm and fuzzy inside. =)

[travis daniel mclaggen]

As a naturally curious human being, Travis had agreed to this little scheme of Kingsley’s. His idea of fun was intriguing, to say the least, and he could tell that Kingsley was having a good time already. At least that made one of them. However, his plan to be so uncooperative that Kingsley would eventually give up seemed to be working. He couldn’t tell if the smack on the head was playful or legitimate frustration. It then occurred to him that he didn’t care either way. He knew he couldn’t stay angry for long, and would be back on top in mere minutes. Right on cue, he trotted away to the group of girls and intercepted their path to the Great Hall, leaving Travis shaking his head and sighing against the wall. It would be mean even by Travis’s standards to just leave now – though he was sorely tempted.

Travis could not hear what was going on as he struck up a conversation, and he was moderately concerned about what was being said. As long as Kingsley didn’t make it seem like Travis was legitimately interested in a relationship with one of them, he was fine with it. But he was smoother than that. Though at the same time, Travis wasn’t sure whether to laugh or roll his eyes at his companion’s actions. He was so… upfront. Travis was much too down-to-earth, preferring to by the guy with his hands in his pockets in the corner. Not the stud, the roguishly attractive guy who doesn’t seem to be aware of his good looks. Not the jock, but the fierce athlete who worked for the sport and not for the popularity. Travis never tried to be cool. He was himself.

His eyebrows raised as he got the silent message ‘follow along.’ Unsure of what this meant, Travis debated inwardly to himself before acting. He could either remain where he was, and wait until Kingsley either won or struck out with this girl, or head on over himself and see what was going on. Once again, his curiosity got the better of him. As he forced his way through the crowd – easy for a big guy such as himself – he noticed Kingsley and the girls glancing around in slight confusion. His rapid intuition put two-and-two together by the time he arrived at the group. “There you are,” he said when he got there, wildly ad libbing, as he had no idea what the conversation had been about thus far. “I was wondering where you are – oh, sorry, am I interrupting?” he asked in a falsely polite tone. Unknowing of where this act would get him, he wondered how long he could keep up the false charmer attitude.