Hey, I’m Silas (or Ace, whichever you prefer, neither is my real name lol). I’m 23, born on April 23, and from New York (EST). I speak English and Spanish, so feel free to talk to me in either!
I love Stray Kids, and Seungmin & Jeongin own my whole heart. 🐶🐥 When I’m not losing my mind over them, I’m probably gaming or singing (sometimes both at the same time).
That’s pretty much it. Welcome to my blog! Stick around if you want. 😌
the way chan was looking for his sunglasses is sooo cute 🥺 and lee know almost throwing water at him but chan just asking him cutely if he had seen his glasses and lee know being confused and shrugging 😭 my babies 💘
Two seemingly separate worlds collide into one when a famous dancer with a talent for cooking meets a famous chef with a talent for dancing. It’s a love story made for the books as the two discover a love for something other than their career.
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True Soulmate Masterlist
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Soul Link - You and your soulmate have the same talents.
Pairings - Lee Minho x Reader
Warnings - Swearing, Suggestive Texts
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Prologue - Profiles
Chapter 1 - Jisung Needs To Be On His Best Behavior
Chapter 2 - The View (texts and written)
Chapter 3 - Looks Out Of This World
Chapter 4 - You Continue To Amaze Me
Chapter 5 - I’d Be Honored To Dance With You
Chapter 6 - Heart Eyes For A Man
Chapter 7 - Late Night Adventures
Chapter 8 - So Much It Scares Me
Chapter 9 - Minho Fan Account
Chapter 10 - Day One
Chapter 10.5 - OTP
Chapter 11 - I’ve Been Yours For A Long Time (written)
“I look at her and I remember why I never even want to look at anyone else.” Dad!Chan x Reader
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“Daddy, it’s melting!” your son wailed, chocolate already dripping in thick globs from the side of his cone and down his tiny wrist.
Chan crouched in a panic, trying to grab a napkin from the stand. “Okay, okay, don’t cry, bud—look! I got it, I got it—here, here—wipe your hands first, not your shirt—no—don’t—ah—okay, we’re already sticky.”
You watched from a bench a few yards away, sipping your iced drink as the summer heat warmed your skin. You could see the chaos unfold in real time. Your husband’s backwards baseball cap slipping slightly as he bent forward, the front of his gray T-shirt already marked with what looked like chocolate and maybe a bit of strawberry swirl. Your son, Kai, on the verge of a meltdown.
“You’re okay, Kai,” Chan murmured as he grabbed another napkin, gently swiping at the mess dripping down his son’s fingers. “Let’s fix this, yeah? Deep breaths.”
Kai sniffled dramatically, fat tears welling in his eyes. "But daddy its UGLY NOW!" He held up the sagging, tragically tilted cone .
Chan bit back a laugh, lips twitching as he cupped the back of Kai’s head. “It still tastes the same, promise.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, baby,” Chan said, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “Even ugly ice cream’s still ice cream.”
That’s when she appeared, heels clicking lightly on the concrete path, a high ponytail swaying behind her like a flag of confidence. Her voice, sugary and smooth.
“Oh my gosh,” she gushed. “Is he yours?”
Chan turned, still kneeling with a napkin in one hand and a chocolate-covered toddler in the other. “Uh—yeah. He’s mine.”
She stepped closer, smile wide, sunglasses perched on her head. Her eyes roamed boldly, from the curve of Chan’s shoulders to the line of his jaw, and then down again, lingering way too long for it to be casual.
“He’s so cute,” she said with a coo. “I just love seeing dads out with their kids. It’s, like, so rare.”
Chan stood slowly, adjusting Kai on his hip. “Ah… thanks.” His voice was polite, but you knew that nervous chuckle. He was trying to be nice.
“You’re doing amazing,” the girl continued, glancing pointedly at the way Chan’s hand cradled Kai’s back. “Really. Most guys would be tapping out by now. But you’re still, like, calm. Gentle. It’s refreshing.”
Chan gave a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… it’s not that hard if you love the kid.”
He bounced Kai lightly in his arms, and your son let out a little huff, melting cone forgotten for the moment.
The girl tilted her head, smile slow and deliberate. “Honestly? If I saw more guys like you at the park, I’d be here every weekend. You’re kind of… the whole package.”
Chan blinked. “Uh… that’s—thanks?”
She took his half-smile as a green light. “You’re so chill. And sweet. And, like…” she let her eyes travel, slowly, far too slowly, from his biceps to his jaw. “God, you’re seriously hot.”
Chan shifted on his feet, bouncing Kai lightly to distract him from another meltdown. “I really just came for ice cream—”
“Hey, I’m not judging,” she cut in, laughing. “Honestly, if I’d known dads like you existed, I would’ve hung around the playground more often.”
Chan chuckled nervously, trying to deflect. “Yeah, uh… not sure that’s a compliment you want to say out loud.”
But she only stepped closer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve got this... warm protector thing going on, y’know? It’s really attractive. Some girls are into bad boys. Me? I like the good ones. The kind that make a mess for their kids without complaining. The kind that know how to hold a baby and look like you.”
Chan blinked again, stunned.
Kai whined again. “Daddyyyyyyyyyy, it’s still melting!!”
“I know, bud, I’m trying—don’t panic—here, bite it from the side—no, not the cone, the ice cream, you’re just eating cone right now—okay…” Chan was now juggling napkins, a tilted cone, and a sticky-fingered child trying to climb up him like a squirrel.
And still, the girl wouldn’t leave.
“Do you always come to this park?” she asked, lowering her voice. “Because if you ever want company....I wouldn’t mind tagging along next time. I love kids. And I wouldn’t mind getting to know you either.”
Her eyes scanned him like he was on display.
“You’re honestly kind of perfect,” she said, eyes flicking over him like she couldn’t help herself. “Sweet, patient, good with kids... and really easy on the eyes.”
Chan gave a tight smile. “I appreciate it, but—”
“I mean it,” she cut in, stepping closer. “You’re the kind of man I could see myself with. Stable. Mature.”
Chan stepped back slightly, lifting his hand between them as a subtle warning. “Look, I’m flattered, but—”
She didn’t let him finish. “Don’t be modest. I’m not trying to make things weird. I just feel like we clicked. Here—” She fished a card from her purse and held it out. “Call me. Just saying, if you ever get tired of the hard stuff… I could be a little easier.”
She reached out again...this time, her fingers grazing the front of his shirt, straightening the collar like they were already something. And that’s when Chan’s hand shot up, gently but firmly catching her wrist mid-motion.
“Don’t.”
She blinked. “What—?”
“I’m married.” He held up his left hand slightly, the gold band glinting in the sunlight. “Happily.” His voice was quiet, but firm. There was no room to misunderstand it.
She opened her mouth again, maybe to laugh it off, but he kept going, eyes flicking to the simple gold ring on his hand, then back to her.
“My wife?” he said. “she’s... everything. She’s my peace, my best friend, my first thought every morning. She’s the reason I even know how to be this kind of dad.”
Kai squirmed in his arms, sticky fingers tugging at his shirt. “Daddyy” he mumbled, “I-I wana go to Mommy.”
Chan glanced down, his whole expression softening.
He crouched and gently set Kai down. “Alright, go ahead, baby.”
Without missing a beat, Kai took off across the grass, his little legs wobbling as he shouted, “Mommy!”
Chan watched him run to you...watched you light up as you opened your arms, pulling your son close with that smile that still knocked the air from his chest.
Then he looked back at the girl.
“I don’t need easier,” he said. “I’ve already got everything I could ever want. I look at her, and I remember why I never even want to look at anyone else.”
The girl stayed silent, unsure now, fingers still holding the number she had no chance of giving him.
“You don’t come close,” he said. “Not to her. Not even a little.” Then he let his eyes flick down to the slip of paper in her hand. “Keep the number,” he said coolly. “Might want to save it for someone who’s available.”
And with that, he turned his back on her completely.
He walked straight to you without looking back, like the girl had never even been there.
You looked up from helping Kai wipe his hands, your brow lifting slightly. “Everything okay?”
“Now it is,” Chan said softly, already sliding an arm around your waist. He pulled you in, eyes full of nothing but you.
And right there in the middle of the park...with your son humming to himself and the girl still frozen a few feet away...Chan leaned in and kissed you.
Soft. Intentional. Like he wanted to remind the whole world who had his heart. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, lips brushing your cheek as he whispered, just loud enough to carry:
Warning's: mild cursing, sex implied. mdni (even tho this is fluff STILL minors gtfo)
nina's note's: y'all I'ma get to the "Maknae line" in a bit I'm busy rn love you guys.
word count: 328 & 1.6k character's
(not proofread mb for any mistakes also a bigger chance for mistakes bc I did nails)
hey Siri play Bicycle by "CHUNG HA"
Bang Chan "방찬"
i think we all know that this man doesn't sleep until 5 am but when he goes to sleep he likes to have you clinging to him. he likes the comfort and warmth you give off, he also likes to use your chest as a pillow and sleep there while you stroke his hair. "most likely to have his arms wrapped around you"
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Lee Know “이민호”
he sleeps like a baby and is easy to wake up, also he doesn't snore so you'll get a peace full REM cycle in (lol.) "he like's to sprawl out" but most of the time he'll "have you on top of him" just to sleep peacefully and know that you're there. he always will be big spoon never little because "your my little spoon" he says (this shit frying me).
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Changbin “서창빈”
changbin likes to "choke hold you while he sleeps" and at this point I want that... (me and my dumb ass fantasy's) sadly our ballerina ping snores I'm SAUR sorry. similar to lino he likes to spoon with you as little spoon (ofc <3) he's a cuddle bug, Changbin will make sure that you feel safe while asleep and if you have a nightmare he's right there to comfort you and make sure you can fall back asleep and if you can't well you know what he'll do (...f u until ur tired)
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Hyunjin "황현진”
hyunjin is one artistic sleeper, while you cuddle with your Jiniret plush he's "sprawled out" like a dead roach (I'm ded). unless you're not born freak leave... just go, hyunjin "love's to cock warm" with you so he will just cuddle you with his length in you. he could and will fall asleep like that. and wake you up with the best morning sex ever.
nina's note's: well I hope you guy's liked this if so I will be making a maknae Line version so look out for that and once plublished I will link in this one. and that's all love you mwah!! - pimpnina
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The soft light of morning crept in through the curtains, brushing across your face until it finally pulled you from sleep.
You blinked a few times, your body still warm under the covers, the weight of them comforting against your skin. You turned your head—and there he was.
Hyunjin.
Curled up beside you, mouth slightly parted, one arm tossed over the pillow like he’d fallen asleep mid-thought. His hair was a mess. He looked peaceful.
Beautiful.
You smiled to yourself, barely breathing. These mornings were rare, especially not with both your schedules, and definitely not without the world watching.
You reached out, brushing a piece of hair off his forehead. His lashes fluttered a little at your touch, and a soft groan left his throat.
Then—those eyes.
“Morning,” he mumbled, voice rough and deep from sleep. Still half-dreaming.
“Morning, pretty boy,” you whispered, grin tugging at your lips. “Sleep okay?”
He nodded, eyes still closed. “Had you next to me, didn’t I?”
You bit your lip, cheeks heating. He always knew how to do that—wreck you with one line, so casual like it didn’t kill you every time.
You leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow. It tasted like sleep and sunlight and something that felt dangerously close to forever.
You stayed like that for a while. Tangled up in sheets, in each other. Neither of you talking—just the steady sound of Hyunjin’s breathing beside you, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your arm.
And still, even wrapped up in him like this, part of you felt like you were holding your breath.
“I wish people knew about us,” he whispered, voice rough from sleep but soft, like he was scared of breaking the quiet.
You didn’t answer right away. You couldn’t.
Because you wanted that too. Desperately.
And wanting it only made it worse.
“I know,” you finally said. “I think about it all the time.”
He shifted, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look at you. His eyes searched yours like he was trying to memorize the whole map of your face.
“I hate that we have to hide something that feels this good,” he said. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I have to pretend you’re no one.”
His voice cracked a little at the end, and you felt it like a punch to the gut.
“It sucks,” he said. “Loving someone like this. Quietly. Secretly.”
It wasn’t the first time you’d had this conversation—maybe not in words, but in the way your stomach dropped every time you said goodbye in public like strangers. In the way you had to look past him at events, pretend like he didn’t make your entire world stop.
Hyunjin closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, there was that look—like he could see right through you.
“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we weren’t idols?” he asked. “If we were just… us.”
“All the time,” you said, your voice a little shaky. “Like, if I met you in college or in some random dance studio somewhere, and we didn’t have to think about contracts or fan reactions or labels breathing down our necks…”
He smiled, small and sad. “I think I’d still fall for you.”
You blinked, caught off guard by how easy he said it. Like it was obvious.
“I wouldn’t even try not to,” he added.
Your throat burned.
“Shouldn’t we be allowed to love who we love?” you said quietly, not really asking.
He nodded slowly. “In a perfect world... yeah.”
You let out a breath. “But it’s not a perfect world.”
“Nope,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching. “It’s a world where one photo could ruin everything. For both of us.”
You looked down at your hands. “I just don’t want this to feel like a lie.”
“It’s not,” he said, and his voice was gentle but firm. “We’re not a lie. We’re just… complicated.”
You nodded, though your throat felt tight.
“We’ll tell them one day,” Hyunjin said, pulling you closer. “When we’re ready. When it’s safe.”
You didn’t know if “one day” would ever come.
But you nodded anyway, because for now—this moment, this bed, this boy—it was enough.
With a sigh, you allowed yourself to fall back into the embrace of sleep, feeling safe and loved in his arms.
The smell of coffee was what finally pulled you out of bed.
You stretched, blanket falling off your shoulder as the quiet hush of the apartment reminded you Hyunjin had already gotten up. For a second, you let yourself just... exist. Wrapped in his scent. Drowsy, warm, maybe even a little happy.
Then your stomach grumbled.
You padded down the hall, your oversized shirt brushing against your thighs as you walked into the kitchen—and stopped.
Hyunjin was standing at the counter, head tilted, brow furrowed, spatula in one hand and a bowl of batter in the other
You leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him. There was something so domestic about him like this. Barefoot. Focused. Making a mess of your counter.
You smiled.
“Is that supposed to be a pancake?” you asked, teasing.
He jumped slightly, turning to look at you. “It will be a pancake,” he said, nose scrunching up. “Eventually.”
You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his back.
He relaxed immediately. You felt it in the way his shoulders dropped, the way he let out a little sigh and covered your hands with his.
“Morning again,” he said softly.
You hummed in response, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“Didn’t wanna wake you,” he added. “You looked peaceful.”
“I’m never peaceful,” you mumbled, voice still sleepy.
“With me, you are,” he said.
You pulled away just enough to look at him, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You trying to make me cry into your batter?”
He turned and kissed your forehead. “Never. Just trying to feed my lover.”
You bit your lip, heart doing that annoying fluttering thing it always did when he called you that.
You ended up on the counter, legs swinging, stealing strawberries from the bowl while he tried—and failed—not to burn a pancake.
It felt normal. Easy.
Almost too easy.
You were so lost in the warmth of it all that you didn’t hear the buzz of his phone until he glanced at it, and his entire expression shifted.
“What's wrong?” you asked, instantly on alert.
Hyunjin didn’t answer right away. His lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at the screen.
You leaned forward. “Hyune?”
He sighed, setting the phone down like it physically hurt. “Chan. I forgot we had early prep today for the show next week.”
You nodded, trying not to show the sting of disappointment. “You said you'd be free today.”
“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, already stepping away to grab his stuff. “I didn’t mean to lose track of time, I just... I wanted this morning with you.”
You slid off the counter, watching him move quickly through the apartment, your heart a little heavier with every step he took away from you.
“You’ll be back for dinner though?” you asked, hopeful.
He paused at the door, eyes softening.
“I promise.”
And he meant it. You could see it in the way he looked at you—like you were home.
He kissed you once, quick but lingering, before disappearing out the door.
You stood there for a second, trying to hold onto the warmth he left behind.
But even with the coffee still hot and the scent of pancakes in the air, the apartment already felt too quiet.
The pancakes were cold by the time you sat down to eat.
You weren’t really hungry anymore, but you picked at them anyway—more out of habit than anything else. The apartment was still. The kind of quiet that made you overthink.
You flipped your phone over on the table. Notifications, of course. Always notifications. Messages from your manager, some staff group chat you were ignoring, a missed call from your vocal coach.
And then—
A headline.
Big, bold, impossible to miss:
“Exclusive: Y/N Linked to Stray Kids Member in Dating Controversy”
You froze. The bite of pancake in your mouth forgotten. You tapped the article, your thumb shaking as it loaded.
The words didn’t register at first. Just a blur of phrases:
intimate photos... rumors swirling... spotted multiple times with Han Jisung... secret meetings... secret messages... agencies decline to comment...
Wait a second...
Han?
You blinked. Read it again.
“Despite attempts to keep their relationship private, it appears Y/N and Stray Kids’ Han Jisung have grown closer in recent months…”
“No,” you whispered, your voice catching.
Your hands trembled as you scrolled through the pictures. The convenience store—yeah, you remembered that night. You were standing next to Han because Hyunjin had gone to pay. Another photo—by the River. You were walking with Han, Minho, and Jeongin. But where was Hyunjin?
You remembered him being there. You knew he was. He was just… out of frame.
And yet, here it was—your entire relationship reduced to a misinterpreted headline and a handful of photos that told the wrong story.
And it was spreading fast.
Fan comments. Tweets. Edits. Tagging your name and Han’s like it was a confirmed ship. Hyunjin’s name was nowhere in sight.
You didn’t even realize you were crying until your phone slipped from your fingers and landed on the couch cushion.
Your heart was pounding. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Your skin felt like it didn’t fit right.
You tried to breathe. Just breathe.
But it wasn’t working.
You swallowed hard. Cold sweat gathered at the back of your neck.
You needed to talk to the boys. This kind of thing could ruin reputations, tank endorsements, drag innocent people into mess they didn’t ask for.
But you couldn’t call anyone.
Not Han. Not Hyunjin. Not Chan.
Even the thought of stepping outside felt impossible. The internet already had claws in your name—you didn’t need cameras in your face too.
So you did the only thing you could do.
You grabbed a water bottle, curled up on the couch, and tried to breathe.
In. Out.
You counted: four in, four out. The way your therapist once told you to. You blinked back tears. Pressed the cold bottle to your temple.
Your chest was tight. Your ears were ringing.
You wanted to wake up from this.
You must’ve drifted off at some point. Numbness had that effect.
Until—
SLAM.
The door crashed shut so hard it made you jolt upright, nearly knocking the water bottle from your hands.
Your heart leapt to your throat.
“Jinnie?”
No response.
You sat up, blinking in the dark. The clock on the stove glared: 1:14 a.m.
The shuffle of shoes. The zipper of a bag. Then silence.
You stood slowly, padding toward the hallway, half-hoping it wasn’t what it felt like—
That you weren’t about to have that conversation.
And then you saw him.
Hyunjin stood just past the entryway. Still in his hoodie. Hands clenched into fists at his sides. Staring at nothing.
You could barely breathe.
“Hey,” you said, soft. Fragile. “You’re back…”
He didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at you. And that’s when you knew.
He’d seen it.
You took a cautious step toward him. “You saw it.”
He nodded slowly. “The article. The photos.” His voice was low. Strained.
“I was going to tell you,” you said. “I just—”
“Why didn’t you?” he asked. No venom. Just that—quiet disbelief.
“I panicked,” you whispered. “I didn’t know what to say. Everything exploded so fast, and I—”
He held up a hand. Not to shush you—just to pause.
Then, after a long moment, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Opened something. Turned the screen toward you.
More photos.
Ones you hadn’t seen.
You stepped forward instinctively, scanning them. You and Han. You and Han.
You and Han.
Sitting on a studio couch, leaning close. Laughing at something. Your head tilted, his hand brushing your shoulder. One image showed your hand on his arm, smiling. It looked... intimate. You remembered these moments. You remembered Hyunjin being there. But he wasn’t in the shot.
“This one?” Hyunjin said. “Were you even thinking about me?”
“Of course I was,” you said quickly. “We were working. You were in the other room.”
He gave a breathy laugh, and something in his face twitched.
“God,” he muttered. “You really don’t see it, do you?”
“See what?”
He looked at you again. Really looked. Like he was trying to find the truth somewhere in your face.
“You and Han,” he said quietly. “You’ve always had this… thing. I ignored it. I told myself I was being jealous. That I trusted you. That I was just being stupid.”
“You were, Hyunjin,” you said, desperate. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“But now the whole world thinks it is!” he shouted suddenly, his voice breaking like a dam. “And you didn’t even warn me. I had to walk into a room today where everyone looked at me like I was some pathetic, clueless idiot.”
You flinched.
And that only seemed to set him off more.
“Oh, now you’re scared?” he scoffed. His voice was sharp, nearly shaking. “Are you scared because I caught you, or scared because you never thought I’d actually say it?”
You stared at him, stunned. “Say what?”
“That you cheated on me,” he spat.
Your breath left your lungs. “I—what? Hyunjin, no. No, I didn’t—”
“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped, louder now. “Don’t fucking stand there and lie to me.”
“I’m not—”
“Then what am I supposed to believe, Y/N?” His eyes were wide, desperate, furious. “That all those photos mean nothing? That Han just accidentally ends up in every moment you decided to keep from me?”
“They weren’t secrets! I told you we were working together—”
“You didn’t tell me you were all over him.” He threw his phone across the couch. “Jesus. You look like you’re in love with him.”
“I’m not—Hyunjin, I love you.”
“Then prove it!” he shouted, his voice breaking again. “Because every photo I saw today says otherwise. You’re looking at him like he’s your whole damn world and I’m just—what? A convenience? Someone to crawl back to when the cameras are off? Someone you're using to get closer to him?”
“That’s not true,” you said, crying now, voice shaking. “I would never do that to you.”
“But it looks like you did,” he hissed. “And that’s all anyone cares about. That’s all I can see when I look at you now.”
He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing, spiraling.
“I keep asking myself—what if I never saw those photos? Would you have ever told me? Or were you just gonna keep letting me play boyfriend while you and Han—”
“There’s nothing going on with Han!” you screamed.
“Don’t lie!” he shouted back, face flushed. “You were touching him! Whispering to him! Sitting in his lap—”
“I wasn’t—!”
“I know what I saw!” he snapped. “And don’t you dare stand there and tell me I’m crazy for putting two and two together when you handed me the math.”
You were sobbing now, chest heaving. “I didn’t cheat on you, Jinnie. I swear to God, I didn’t.”
But he wasn’t listening anymore. His hands were on his hips, shaking with rage and disbelief.
“You let the whole world think you’re dating Han,” he said. “And you didn’t even try to stop it.”
“I didn’t know! It happened so fast—”
“You didn’t care,” he cut in, cold now. “Because maybe a part of you liked it. The attention. The rumors. Him.”
“Stop!” you cried. “Why are you saying this?!”
“Because it’s true,” he said. “And you know it.” He grabbed his bag from the corner, barely looking at you now.
“I’m done.”
“No—please don’t say that—”
“I’ll come get my things when I don’t feel like I’ve been stabbed in the back.”
The door opened.
“Hyunjin, please. Don’t walk away.”
He paused.
And without looking back, he said:
“You walked away first.”
Then the door slammed shut behind him. And this time, you didn’t just cry.
This is my Levanter Magic School look ( And my first post ..) The coat is long with cool wind-shaped cutouts at the bottom that look like the wind is blowing. I gave it a small blue streak in the bangs because I have one and a wand to match.
( I couldn't draw the badge I'm sorry I hope thats okay)
"Don't let them get you", Han yelled, pulling Felix back to his feet, as both of them half-ran, half-stumbled out of the Headmaster's private yard.
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The shopkeeper, unfazed by the door shaking on its hinges, sipped her tea and said dryly, “Ah, the Headmaster’s pants again—third time this week, boys, and I still haven’t replaced the shelves from the sock incident.”
LEV TEAM <3 :
Felix look incredulously between Han and the shopkeeper, “The sock incident was hardly our fault! How could Han know the spell would shoot back at us.”
(I deleted my original to show the corrected chain)
The shop keeper looked at the two over her tea cup as she said, "That's the same excuse you two gave last term when you turned yourselves green," then calmly sipped the last of her tea.
“But- but how are we supposed to become the best warlocks in the world if we DON’T practice our spells!?” Han throws his hands out in front of him in protest.
The shopkeeper waved a hand, unfazed, and said, “We’ll worry about saving the school from you two later because right now, we’ve got these enchanted pants to catch before they redecorate the whole town.
Tagging those not already in the chain:
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