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min hyorin, or better known as cecille. eighteen. seventh year. gryffindor. tag: gryhyorin

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With a snow day tomorrow, I should have some free time on my hands to stalk some people and think of plots~ If you want to plot with Cecille, just like this message or message me! ^^

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safety zone -- cecille/jackson

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He looks out and sees silvery moonlight interlock fingers with the vast plane of glassy aquatic veneer. From here, he questions if they see much of each other or if the moon is the only one to indulge in the beauty of its own reflection. How selfish, he thinks while kicking a misplaced stone only noticeable from its swell in the light sheath of snow under his feet, that both it and the sun have a chance to look down and see themselves—in the water, in songs and the sound of laughter, art multiplied by the billions and sometimes in the simplicity of a single smile—while we’re all left to stare into the void of space, though freckled with kisses of stars to ease the curiosity of our groping souls as we search for some substance; many times, he ponders, man has asked of their importance and received little but its own senseless squandering like a child reasoning with their shadow. Making imaginary friends to blame for their woes. Making imaginary friends to make up for the real ones that never came.

Jackson looks back briefly to survey how many pairs of footsteps trailed behind him in wake of his traveling, but the colors all leech into each other, depth loses its magnitude.

He loses his interest. For him, this is routine.

Not that he travels to the lake often, because contrary to popular belief he isn’t necessarily good at anything physical and his muscles are a damn convincing lie considering he cant swim or fly or play quidditch or efficiently do a lot of activities that would require for him to be anywhere but tucked in his bedroom or in some lesser-traveled part of the school for his own personal and varying reasons that somehow all lead to sitting down and trying to question the profundity of yesterdays and the significance of tomorrows. Jackson takes note of the other person before he advances much further, decision making skills something that’s visible in slowing footsteps, in stopping and starting, in the eventual clearing of his throat to give a placid nod to his own presence. How selfish of him, he thinks, not any better than the moon. “You put your toes in the water like that, a selkie’s gonna think you want to chill out with them and you know where that leads to, I’m sure.” He’s next to her after a moment, not too close because he’s hyper aware of the boundaries individuals construct as much as he is of how easily they can tumble down with defenses and a sense of coherency. The edge of his sneaker traces an ebbing ripple, he wonders how long she’s been out here on her own.

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Cecille marveled at the slow descent of each snowflake, her brown eyes following it from the highest point a human could see to the bottom where it dissolved into the lake. It reminded her of home, the home she once knew before departing on an adventure on the other side of Europe. The home where she once felt safe, even in the most dangerous parts of her neighborhood. Her stomach churned at the thought and she forced herself to look away from the mesmerizing view. Home was such a subjective word. As each year passed, she started to hate it more and more. The word was slowly dropped from her vast vocabulary - not that anyone really even noticed. 

Her spine stiffened at the sound of footsteps approaching and the clearing of a throat. The great lake wasn't exactly somewhere people liked to visit in the middle of a snowy winter. That's what Cecille liked about it the most - the comfort of knowing that this was her secret place, and no one would want to take it from her. Hogwarts was ginormous, filled with hidden hallways and secret rooms, but easy to get to if you explored just enough. The lake may be open, but the cold wind chill prevented people from even thinking about spending their nights there. It was her safe haven on nights like these, nights where unpleasant thoughts pressed against her temple and she couldn't bear to be around a loud, excitable group of Gryffindors.

For a moment, she debated ignoring his presence and letting the two of them share the scenery in peace. His words shattered her plans. She didn't need to turn her head upwards to recognize who it was. After spending years in various classes with him and passing by him in the hall, she knew who it was. Cecille was more observant than her fellow Gryffindor housemates, a trait that she had learned since she could open her eyes. "I suppose that would be more entertaining than sitting here," she mused aloud, "Besides, I hear they're quite interesting to look at."

Pressing the quilt closer to her body, she angled her head upwards to catch a glimpse at him. "What are you doing out here anyway?" she asked, "It's not every day someone else wants to risk getting frost bite, no matter how bright the moon shines." She inched her toes closer to the water, inhaling sharply when the icy water submerged her feet. It was freezing, but she found something comforting in the way her body tensed up upon contact.

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safety zone -- open!

it took cecille two years to fully adjust to the fact that she was a wizard and attended a school where there were moving staircases, portraits that spoke out to her, or a giant, deadly tree. once she was able to embrace the magic of hogwarts, she began to fall in love with the little, hidden things - secret hallways, rooms that morphed itself to best fit the user, and places you could only reach if you studied the movements of the staircases. it took her another four years to explore hogwarts to the fullest extent. it landed her in detention too many times to count, but she always found it to be worth the punishment.

ironically, her favorite place in the whole grounds wasn't somewhere hidden to students. there was something enchanting about the way the lake looked with snow falling onto the surface during the night. hugging the giant quilt closer to her body, cecille sat by the edge of the lake, letting the freezing cold water splash against her toes. she basked in the peaceful moonlight and soft sounds of the lake rippling.

it was no secret that the lake inhibited mystical creatures - creatures that were too dangerous for most students to tackle on their own - but she was more curious than scared. winter just wasn't the time to slip deep underneath the surface of the giant lake. though tempted, she kept to the surface on this winter night. hypothermia wasn't exactly how she wanted to die.

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hello everyone~ ^_^ i'm jess and here's my first character here on alo! if you follow the links on my page, i have a couple plot ideas that aren't necessarily set in stone (and i love to plot) and a short page about cecille~ i'm usually on aim so you can catch me there at: lacedisposition. if you have any questions about her or a plot idea, feel free to reach out! i'll probably be posting her thought blog some time this weekend and starting some open threads. hope to rp with y'all soon! 

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Meet [ MIN, HYORIN ], a [ 18 ] year old [ UNKNOWN ] wizard/witch. Born as a [ RUSSIAN-KOREAN ],  [ CECILLE ] is currently attending as a [ 7TH ] year in the [ GRYFFINDOR ] house.

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