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SIXTEEN | SIXTH YEAR | BEAUXBATONS  | HE/HIM

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daehyunjeon:

It had been five days since Jaegyun had been reported missing, five days since Daehyun had left the Mahoutkoro dormitories. Despite their relationship being brief, it still felt like a major part of him was missing. He’d felt a loss like this once before- when Jongsu had been kidnapped. Jongsu. In the chaos, he’d completely forgotten about the task, and the boy who’d been his main captive. When he’d met Ambrose Moon- he felt this connection to him, like he knew the younger male. And his suspicions had been confirmed with the task- he was his brother, he had to be. He should talk to him, explain. Fortunately, or rather coincidentally- he didn’t have to do much, for he looked up just in time to see the other male approaching him. Taking a deep breath, Daehyun gently sat down his utensils, before leaning back. “Can we go somewhere to talk?” he asked quietly, casting a glance at those around them. This was something he wanted to discuss in private- not only was it no one’s business, but if he was wrong- he didn’t want anyone to know about it. 

Ambrose couldn’t fathom his connection to the boy before him. Admittedly, his first thought had been that  perhaps he had stumbled upon a stalker of his or something of the like, but it didn’t seem to add up. The wrong initials on his necklace had been the set off in his mind. Sabine had told him that his parents had abandoned him. Perhaps they had another son, perhaps that son was Daehyun. But if so why did Daehyun know of him, why did he care? These thoughts had been running circles around him for days, consuming him. He had long ago let go of the idea of his birth family, but now he was on the brink of finally get answers from the other male. Why did his parents abandon him? Ambrose nodded at the other’s words, moving to get up from his seat and leave the hall. Once in a empty hallway, far enough away from other students he spun around, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “So?” 

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muksungki:

Sungki sat up to face the other, legs crossed. “You know, I don’t spout prophecies every day.” He grinned, putting his chin on his hands as he gazed at the other. He had only known Ambrose for a short while but he genuinely enjoyed any time he was able to spend with him.  However now, there was a weight hanging around them. “Think about the super secret, super deadly task?” Sungki tilted his head, light hair and earring suspended. He hoped that if he brought some humor into the situation they’d both feel less anxious. 

Ambrose chuckled, gaze shifting to the other’s. “It seems like it lately. I feel like I stumble upon you passed out somewhere or another at least a couple times a week.” He looked over at Sungki, fingers twisting blades of grass to keep from reaching out and twisting his fingers through the other boy’s hair, or across his face. Instead, he smiled casually. “Ah, when you put it like that it just sounds like so much fun.” Ambrose ran a hand over his hair, sighing. “Why are you out here, then? If you’re not recovering from a ground shaking vision, as you claim.”

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THE JEON FAMILY TREE as it would appear in 2030

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Perhaps approaching someone at a Christmas Feast wasn’t the best time to attempt gathering information from them, but in Ambrose’s defense he hadn’t seen Daehyun since the chaos of the First Task ending. Not to mention, he didn’t care much for convenient times for things; there rarely were any. He bee lined straight for the Mahoutokoro table, sitting down with a huff and getting straight to the point. “Why was I your main captive? I’ve only spoken two words to you.” He asked, raising a hand to adjust his hearing aid to the sudden increase in noise. The ‘JJ’ on his captive’s necklace didn’t escape him, and he was hoping this boy would have answers for him. 

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muksungki:

Sungki lay in the grass, running his hands through the blades while he looked up at the stark blue sky. He had to repeatedly remind himself that his visions sometimes never came true. But this one… this one he had been having since mid summer. He felt it deep down, in him: death. Death hung over this tournament like a black cloud and with the first task coming up, it was hard for him to ignore it. He looked closed his eyes and sat up abruptly, running a hand through his hair. There it was again, pressing in on him, spiking suddenly, almost as if- he jumped as he heard someone approaching. “Ambrose?” He asked, eyebrows drawn together. “What are you doing out here?”

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Ambrose had been pacing the grounds, nervous about the upcoming task. He felt as if his shoes had touched every part of them by now. It was dangerous, very very very dangerous. Rumors had been flying left and right. About the possibility of death, about the Praesumptor, about the Bond. It all got to be too much for him to hear, to handle. He had begun to wonder why in Merlin’s name he had signed himself up for this tournament. True, he had put himself and his life in danger many times in his life and planned to do so in the future, if there was a future, but he wasn’t sure about being mauled to death by some magical creature while everyone watched. His source of relief came in the form of a silver-haired boy, laying in the distance. “Ah, I thought you had passed out again.” Ambrose moved to sit next to him. “I find it easier to think in fresh air.”

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rosamellaroux:

Rosamel was never one to shy away public attention, and generally could care less if many pairs of curious (and slightly annoyed) eyes were directed his way as he called out for his friend… across four tables of the Great Hall. He had been sitting with the Ilvermorny kids, as he did often, homesick for the place before he had spotted Ambrose’s overly tall frame slink into the Hall. Rosamel had darted up from his seat, weaving through the crowds to get to him. “So? Nervous? Think you’ll die in the big bad forest?” He was practically bouncing on his feet, a grin stretched over his face, as if the prospect of his best friend being attacked gave great him joy.

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Ambrose jumped slightly as he heard his name shouted at him from a cluster of students. He didn’t have to wonder who the voice belonged to, he knew it well, had known it since he was young. He had never appreciated Rosamel’s tendency to make scenes - small or otherwise. Ambrose, himself, did not enjoy being the center of attention, or being stared at even for a few moments. Regardless, he couldn’t help but grin at the other. “Why do you sound so hopeful?” He pressed a hand over his heart in mock offense. “Here I was thinking you’d actually be concerned for me.” 

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     “Please stop asking if I know anything, it doesn’t work like that.” he spat back at a random peer in his charms class. “I’m not some radio station you can just push and make play…I don’t control it that way.” He was sick of most students thinking they had free access to his gifts, let alone though divination was something you turned off or on, however under his breath he muttered to himself, 

                   “I do know I can feel something bad about all of this….”

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Ambrose had been watching with slight amusement as students badgered the seer boy in the middle of charms. He had heard the tournament announcement that morning, but had been doing a damn good job of not thinking too much about it. The idea of walking into the Forbidden Forest at night made his stomach churn. The reaction from Hogwarts students alone, told them all just how much danger the champions were about to walk into. He couldn’t help himself, he leaned over and asked in a low voice. “How bad? Do you think someone will die?”

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Ambrose made his way up to the Champion’s table, Asher next to him. Despite the other boy being quite tall himself, Ambrose felt like he towered over him and the rest of the champions, causing him to stand out. All eyes were already on him and the surrounding  students. He had hoped there wouldn’t be some big entrance, never liking being the center of attention. Ambrose was relieved to finally be able to sit down, pulling a chair out for his date. Leaning over to the other, eyes trained on the silent table, he muttered. “Is it me or is there a fuck ton of tension at this table...? That kid looks like he’s about to pee himself.”

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eparkinson:

Elias nodded softly, gaze stuck on Ambrose now, fingers gently curling up against his chest. He sought out the comfort of the other’s touch, or as much of it as he could have for this threat was real. It was oh so real, and it terrified him beyond measure. Elias didn’t quite know what was going through his mind, but all he knew was that his body wanted to run, his primal instinct was to run as far away from this mess and the Praesumptor as a whole. It was only the warmth of the other’s touch that was keeping him from doing so in that very moment. “They really did– can we get some hot chocolate or something? I feel weird…” Elias mumbled those words, hiding himself ever so slightly in the other’s tall build as a child would have done. 

Ambrose looked down at the other, smiling softly. Elias seemed to do that, despite their current status not warranting it, make him soft, calm him down when he was usually a ball of anxiety. Then again, Ambrose didn’t have very many positive relationships to speak of and didn’t know how normal or friendship-esque that was. “If you know where the kitchens are, then by all means.”  He grinned, leading the other out of the hall, finally. He felt like he’d been stuck in that crowd for half of his life. “They better have whipped cream down there or what has this all been for?” He grinned, adjusting one of his hearing aids.

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slytherinselena:

“You get whacked for ruining our good of heart reputation. That’s the only thing that we’ve going for us.” She unrolled her scroll and resumed her planning. She had her teammate’s names on it and every good and bad thing she has heard or observed.  “Pre or post Harry Potter? Because the answer is a whole fucking lot. I love my school, I do but putting us all here at the same time just doesn’t sounds like the smart solution.”

Ambrose attempted to casually glance over the other’s shoulder at her scroll. “Spying on us or just taking notes?” He cracked a grin before leaning against the wall once more. “Hmm...” He tilted his head, squinting a bit. “I have to admit, pre-Potter is known to be particularly chaotic. But I’m gonna go with both.” He ran a hand through his hair. “So.. have you thought any on the clue?” He asked in a low voice.

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  Ambrose had stumbled out of bed and across the grounds at his Headmistresses’ loud insistence that they all be punctual to the Great Hall for breakfast.He had barely had time to get dressed all the way much less had time to put in his hearing aids. Ambrose had only realized as much when he sat down at a random table and looked up to see a boy talking to him, or rather, his lips were moving. It was the same boy he kept seeing- who looked inexplicably familiar. Ambrose put up a hand. “I can’t hear you.” He spoke, not quite able to get his mouth around the words when he couldn’t clearly hear his voice. He pulled his hearing aids out of his robes, popped the earpieces in and adjusted the case. “What was that?”

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eparkinson:

Surprising, shouldn’t have been the best way to explain how it felt that Ambrose’ arm looped around his waist. It was comforting on one hand, and on the other it was definitely surprising for such an action to be so public and so caring. He definitely wasn’t against it, that was for sure – as a matter of fact, this was a surprise Elias truly did not mind. And so he felt himself ease into the other’s touch as the headmasters brought their speech. Their words were terrifying, nerve wrecking if anything. But there wasn’t much that they could do and so he remained silent – as if that was any different from how he usually acted. And rested his head against the other’s figure – not that he could directly reach his shoulder at a comfortable level due to the other’s advantage in height. And so he whispered, “Do you think they’ll let us go now? Isn’t it dangerous outside?” just loud enough for Ambrose to hear and no one else. 

Ambrose watched Hogwart’s Headmistress speak, tell them everything and nothing at the same time. He could feel his blood run cold at her words, his heart beat a little faster but schooled his expression carefully into one of almost boredom. Ambrose tightened his grip on the other, fingers knotting in the other’s robes. Something inside him seemed to break, have a violent reaction to the situation before him and he wasn’t sure why. He pressed a hand over his chest, doing his best to suppress any sort of pained expression. He looked down at the other, his odd feeling easing a bit. “I don’t think they’d let us go if they thought weren’t safe.” He grinned but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “They trapped us in here for hours didn’t they?”

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eparkinson:

“You’re right it could be worse, but you’re not making it any better with this realism of yours…” a heavy sigh escaped his lips before he began to gnaw on the lower of the two, the cold climate had already made it slightly chapped– tugging at it was simply a means to a bloody end. Not that it mattered to him in that instant, or in any, for Elias wasn’t vain – as a matter of fact, he dodged mirrors when he could. Glancing back towards Ambrose, the young wizard came closer, suddenly not feeling so safe in the hall whatsoever, even after having heard it being the safest place regarding the condition that they were all in. “Do you think whatever did whatever it is, could still be here?”

Ambrose shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning casually against the doors. “I don’t think anything I say could make this situation better.” His eyes traveled across the other’s smooth face, focusing almost involuntarily on his lips as he chewed on them. As Elias spoke again, Ambrose’s eyes snapped back to his, eyebrows raised. He thought for a moment before answering. “I’m not sure. That could be why we’re all in here and they’re all out there.” He tapped a finger lightly against the door. “Protecting us, perhaps.” He pushed off the entry, stepping towards the other and running a hand through his hair. He opened his mouth to say something at the exact moment the Great Hall Doors flew open, revealing all 9 headmasters. Ambrose instinctively looped an arm loosely around the other around the other’s waist and pulled them both out of the way.

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slytherinselena:

She rolled up the scroll she was writing into and swatted his head with it. “What is wrong with you? Speak that into the universe and it shall happen especially in Hogwarts. Unless it’s someone from Bellatores then I guess I wouldn’t be too sad.”

“Agh!” He gave Selena a look, narrowing his eyes as he rubbed his head. “So I get whacked for being truthful?” He huffed. ‘Not that you’re wrong though. This place is like some sort of beacon for chaos. How much shit has gone wrong here?”

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eparkinson:

“Why must you immediately jump to such vile conclusions?” Elias shook his head almost maniacally. Perhaps his mother had been right to deny him the privilege of attending this event and embarking to the United Kingdom. Perhaps, this place wasn’t much of a privilege at all. These darkened thoughts began to dawn on the young wizard, slowly, and carefully they would infest his mind and plague him with worry. “What if you’re right– what if someone is dead? Shouldn’t we be allowed out? So we can be brought to safety instead of sitting here like chicken ready for slaughter?”

He turned, seeing a familiar face and suppressed a small grin. “I’m a realist.” He explained, shrugging. In all likelihood someone was dead. The only question was, why was it taking so long to dispose of the body. He knew it was an insensitive thought, but it intrigued him. Perhaps it was due to the girl being cursed, or whatever that boy had said. But even then... “I think this is the safest place we could be. Ironically, given the situation.” He gestured around himself. “It could be worse though, you could be next someone you didn’t know so well.” He smirked, turning back to the door.