Blame Him (Phan)

Chapter 1

It was a perfectly normal day in London, with the sky being a brilliant, shining light grey and the grass being a gorgeous, bright green. The sun was a hot yellow, and the clouds looked like marshmallows.

And in Dan Howells room, his phone screen was a calming dark blue.

Scrolling through Tumblr and laying sprawled out on his messy bed, nothing out of the ordinary happened. His walls were covered in anime posters, his laptop open to a two hour compilation of a random Youtuber that he had no interest in. The scent of fresh brownies wafted into his room, coming from downstairs where his mum was probably baking.

Yes sir, it was a completely normal day for someone of his caliber, and of course that's when something definitely out of the ordinary happened.

There was a tapping noise at the window directly across from his bed, and he chose to ignore it, because he was currently reading quite the funny tumblr post about a famous person who was 'on fire'.

The second time it rolled around however, there was that sharp noise of cracking glass, and Dan inwardly cursed, whipping his head up to shout at whoever was bugging him.

What he saw nearly made him fall off his bed just like he usually did with his chairs.

There was a magnificent black owl, staring at him with these green and yellow eyes, waiting expectantly with something in his mouth that looked like a letter.

"What the-" He started, as he got up and walked towards the window in his loosely-fitting black shirt with the words 'is this black enough for you' written in black comic sans and his black jeans. He hissed lightly at the damaged window, opening it up.

Why? He wasn't to sure. He just.....wanted to.

The owl flew into his room, dropping the letter on his bed before flying away, and Dan rubbed his eyes, because surely he was just dreaming. Unfortunately, the letter was still lying there with a very professional-looking red seal.

Okay. Weird. Am I going into some sort of Internet cult without realizing it. Oh wait I'm already on Tumblr never mind. Ugh focus.

He walked over to it, poking it like it might be able to explode. When it didn't, he snatched it up and ripped it open.

Inside the envelope was a crisp, clean-cut letter with pitch black writing, scrawled messily in ink, with the same seal on the top of the page.

"Mr. Howell, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry......."

He paused, possibly for the grand total of ten minutes before his brain began to work again.

"MUUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Phillip love, your Hogwarts letter is here." Phil's mum told her young son, who was laying sprawled out on the grass outside their home. He looked up, and smiled at the upside-down image of his mother.

"Coming mum! I was just talking to my lion." He said, holding up a prized stuffed lion that he's had since he was born. One ear was a little bit torn, the mane was a bit mussed up, and there was multiple stitches from where he accidentally broke it, but it was still intact.

His mother nodded, slipping back inside, and that's when Phil got up. He dusted off his jeans, (a muggle brand. Very cool.) and placed his lion hat overtop his head despite the scorching heat. He tugged down his button up bright blue t-shirt, and jogged inside reluctantly.

When the cool air conditioning hit his face, he let out a sigh of relief. The Hogwarts letter was laying neatly on the kitchen marble counter, and he grabbed it, thanking his mum before tearing it open. Of course it took him a few tries.

Bloody child-proof.

When he finally got it open and scanned the letter itself, he looked up at his mother.

"Can we go shopping for supplies now? Pleeeeeease?" He added like doe eyes, and his mother only rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Phil."

"Right right." He inwardly groaned, but was also pretty excited. Before they went anywhere, he always had to water the house plants. (He forgot one day and came back to half of them dead. Oops.)

They were Blue, Tom, Jerrry, Felix, Sandy, and Plant and....well....a lot more. But those were the ones he could remember naming, which was impressive since he named every single one of them.

"Phil are you doing your chores?" His mum called from the kitchen, and Phil nodded before realizing that she couldn't hear him like that.

"Yeah!" He called back, and then picked up the watering can to help them grow.

//*feels bad because this chapter was done a while ago but I didn't post it* well here's your Christmas present guys sorry it sucks//