Chamyle Kim

cam kim ♡ part veela. slytherin. thoughts!

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anyway ; chamyle

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The urge to say “I know” to Chamyle’s introduction of herself was overwhelming, but she bit her tongue and nodded slightly, her face still hot and her imagination still cranking out images that was making it hard to breath properly.

She wasn’t even paying attention to her hair, which was all over the place and clearly not normal. She should’ve been trying to keep her heartbeat down and control her emotions so that she could get her hair under control but she was too busy staring at Chamyle’s visage and imagining it twisted in pleasure. Because of her.

So it wasn’t a stretch to say that she was surprised at the comment about her hair, because she hadn’t really been paying attention to the girl’s words up to that point.

She fingered one of her locks, shivering when Chamyle ran her hand through it. It was only then that her eyes focused and she saw that her hair was not it’s usual blonde color. She yelped and looked down, her cheeks burning brightly. How was she to explain this?

Instead of covering it up with a lie, Jojo hesitantly leaned over and murmured, “Ah well…I’m a metamorphmagi. Please don’t tell anyone else. I try to keep it on the low…” she said, her eyes slightly sheepish and pleading.

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

She decided that because of the girl jumpy attitude her previous assumption had been correct, oh how fun this would be. Truth be told though she tended to steer clear of situations like these but this one in particular she was starting to think might not be so bad. Maybe she would just play along, humor the girl until she figured out exactly what was going on.

Chamyle nodded as the girl gave her explanation, she was to say the least impressed, though she hadn’t brought on her talents willingly it was still quite amazing as people like her were for the most part few and far between.”Don't worry I wouldn’t say anything, not my place to tell.”She said as she looked down at her textbooks. Chamyle didn’t know if anyone would really mind though, thinking that most would find it intriguing. But of course there would probably be a few who detested the difference and found it appalling, but nothing much could be done of them.

After studying the covers of her books and flipping through them for a bit Chamyle looked up at the other girl tilting her head slightly.

“So why were you watching me from all the way over here?”

As she spoke Chamyle took her hand and walked her fingers up the Jo-Jo’s arm starting at her hand and stopping at her shoulder. She held it there for a few seconds before walking to the other side of the table and sitting close enough to the girl that she could feel the changes in her breath.

Whispering softly in her ear she added “Was there maybe something” she paused a soft smile coming onto her face “you wanted.”

[yeowangs]

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anyway ; chamyle

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Jojo was beyond speechless at what happened next. Not only did Chamyle catch her staring, but then she also took it upon herself to come to Jojo’s table and sit right across from her. Jojo was going to have an aneurysm just seeing her in front of her.

And then she did the unthinkable-she sent a heart-stopping smile as she set her stuff down. 

Jojo almost fainted.

She stuttered as she moved her own books around to make room for the girl. She was even more gorgeous up close like this. Jojo couldn’t stop her own fantasies playing in her head (not like she really wanted to anyway), as she imagined the girl on top of her, rolling her hips as she bit those pretty pink lips and fisted her hair between pale fingers…

Jojo’s hair had thoroughly turned a girlish pink, her cheeks matching that color. 

She snapped herself out of it and sheepishly murmured, “H-hi…I’m Jojo.”

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

Chamyle laughed with her eye wide from surprise as she watched the girl's hair turn pink, only to be followed by her cheeks.How had she done that, her hair as far as Cam was aware had always been at least slightly pink but she had definitely seen it get darker only to fade a bit before the girl introduced her self.

She nodded as, Jojo gave her name, if was fitting, her name.

“I like your name, short and sweet” she left a short pause, “I’m Chamyle” She wondered why the girl was so flustered, it wasn’t the usual response she got from them. There was one thought that popped into her head but she was quick to brush it away, that couldn’t be it. This girl couldn’t like her, that would be absurd, though she couldn’t say that she would mind.

Despite being naive this was one of the topics that she was able to navigate with some sort of ease. She decided that she would test out her theory.

Cam reached out her hand, pausing slightly before running her hand through the girl’s pink locks which had now almost returned to their regular shade “How did you… do that, the color.”

[sly-jojo-blog]

anyway ; chamyle

Girls needed to be loved and protected at all costs. that’s what her mother taught her. Jojo had learned from a young age-through example-that men were hungry wolves with no elegance, class, or decency. Well-she would make sure girls everywhere felt the love and affection they deserved.

Which is why it came as no surprise when she found herself visually, emotionally, mentally, romantically appreciating what girls had to offer. She tipped over an iceberg and she had no plans of climbing her way back up. 

She quite liked kissing girls anyway.

Maybe it was because of all this then that when she saw the girl in her fellow house, a girl she had heard others address as Chamyle, she couldn’t help but stare and appreciate the way her voice sounded like twinkling bells and the shape of her eyes as they crinkled into a smile. All of it was just so beautiful and she wanted to observe her all day.

Hopefully she wouldn’t get caught.

@chamyle-slyth

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

Chamyle had never really dove into endeavors beyond basic friendship she knew that eventually it would end badly. It would hurt, being left all alone once again, in her opinion if she stayed alone then it wouldn’t hurt right. It’s not like anyone ever cared about who she really was, just a pretty face, a pretty face they could use to get what they wanted.

It was because of this that she had become accustomed to eyes following her, eventually becoming able to ignore them all together. They were always there for the same reason so she just allowed it to continue bothersome as it might be.

It wouldn’t stop even if she asked, not that it was even their fault.

However on this particular day there were a pair of eyes that were different than the usual. These stood out to her in particular. They belonged to another girl from her house, she looked to be a bit older than her but she had remembered seeing her in around in some classes, so they must have been in the same year. She hadn’t really paid that much mind to the girl with her slightly pink hair until she felt the same gaze fall upon her more frequently.

Chamyle gathered up her supplies picking them up and going to sit across from the girl whose attention she had been attracting. Giving her a smile as she set her books down on the table.

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[/just how truth the legend held and how altered it was now that they were in the present rather than in ancient greece was left to see. Michelle hoped for her interpretation of the myth to apply and that this yarn still held some magic within it that would trace the path Theseus had taken back then to lead them down the same way.] let’s hope it wasn’t just coincidence.. [/proceeding with caution, she had long been over the initial surprise of her dissipating form, instead focused on the task at hand: to get out of this maze.] well it’s the best shot we got. we’re lost one way or another. I don’t think we can be “more lost”. That seems logically impossible. [/of course the smart ravenclaw had to correct her elder, not much thought given into the potential fact that it might have sounded stuck up or ignorant. only as she was held back to the bushes did the thought enter her thought but thankfully enough it was only for the fact that the minotaur seemed to be within close distance. the thread on the ground must have caught his attention. While he didn’t exactly chop it nor tried to pick it up, it would be easy to trace it back to them, despite being invisible. so when Michelle was urged forward, she lowered the thread only to be certain to step down upon it, feeling the yarn beneath her feet as she balanced along, proceeding slow and with caution. She could only hope that this would indeed work.]

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

//she watched carefully as the other girl made her way to the other side, though she couldn’t really see where she was but the string seemed to move a bit under what Chamyle assumed were her feet, she really hoped that the girl had made it to the other side. The minotaur came so close to the spot in which she had been hiding she swore she could feel his breath on her face. She looked over to the other side of the corridor where she could once again see her partner as the spell wore off, she hoped that Michelle would notice it as well. Once the the minotaur had finally moved away she let out a breath, as soon as she was sure she wouldn’t get caught she made a dash to meet up with michelle.//I feel like it is too entirely possible to be more lost. With every turn we could be getting farther from where we're trying to to go, that makes it confusing which makes me feel more lost than before. So It’s more something mental than actually becoming more lost.//she spoke whilst catching her breath finally responding to the girls earlier statement.//

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Closed Starter || Fear and Panic and Shame // Chamyle + Ambroise

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People fear change. They fear differences and the unknown. As the old saying goes, ‘Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.’ And so halflings were feared and hated, just as fullblooded ‘beasts’ were feared and hated. But halfbloods did have the advantage of belonging like the fullbloods did. Halflings were outcasts, abominations, creatures that were neither one thing nor the other. Unknown even more, and hated further for it. “Of course. If change were easy, this world would run all the more smoothly.” But because it didn’t, their breed was detested all the more.

Ambroise looked down at the holes his talons had torn in his pants and sighed. They were one of his favorite pairs. Not that he wore clothes many times before he purchased new ones, but these had suited him well. At least he knew where he needed to go to get them should he wish to repurchase them. Unfortunately, that place was in France. Perhaps it was time for a trip home.

The phrasing the girl used was phenomenal, like something out of a classic novel. For a moment he forgot the situation and pulled out a tiny notepad and a pen to write it down before he forgot it. When you are tempted to agree, please let me know so you can tempt me to do the same. With the smallest of smiles, the boy slipped the items back into his pocket. “Apologies, I simply had to write that down. I’m a writer, you see.” It was then that the full impact of the phrase hit him. She didn’t believe her own words. How tragic. She, too, must be familiar with the curses that veela beauty could bring in addition to its gifts. “It’s not easy for us, is it. Being both hated and desired so.”

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

She followed his eyes down to the holes in the pants that were now present by his knees. They looked quite expensive, she found it odd that he would be wearing something like that around casually, even if he hadn’t expected for them to get torn. Though taking a moment to look at the rest of his clothes it was quite possible that all of his stuff was like that. France was in fact the home of quite a bit of expensive brands so it was possibly that his family had enough money to purchase only that style. Still she didn’t know why he would be particularly disappointed by them being damaged, he could simply go purchase new ones, or just get these fixed it wouldn’t be that difficult.

Chamyle smiled as he pulled out a pen and scribbled something down, she leaned forward to read it. It the phrase that she had uttered only a few seconds ago, how strange it was that he would do that, it was clear that it was so that he would remember but for what reason. She was about to question him, but was answered before she even had the chance to ask. A writer, how interesting, she’d have to remember to ask what he wrote about, what topic could make use of that line in a way that was so fitting that he had to write it down, to be sure he wouldn’t forget. But she found it endearing that he would think that her speak was eloquent enough to use.

I was clear that when he had written it he didn’t understand it in the same sense as her did now, he was able to comprehend the reason that she used the phrase she had. It’s not easy for us, is it. Being both hated and desired so. Ironically enough the two things seemed to have blurred together for her, hatred and desire, at times seemed like they came from the same source, that, when there was hate it was often followed by desire though, never quite pure. Desire that took thing away and left other things in it’s place, things that were unwanted. “ Sometime I wonder if the easy way would be better, but I’m not sure if I’d want it that way.” Standing and brushing off her skirt as she stood extending her hand to help the boy up.

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[/a part of her was envious of chamyle’s knowledge to have read about the location of the yarn. “follow me” sounded like such an offensive word to the Ravenclaw that her pride just barely allowed her to rush after the elder with quick, hushed steps. In her core she was a slytherin after all. Regardless of that, they had found the yarn and where now at least a couple steps closer to getting out of this maze.] If it’s a magical artifact, you’ll just have to toss it into a direction and it’ll roll on its on, showing us the way out. The downside to this would be that it would be easier for the Minotaur to catch us, seeing as the yarn would surely leave a trace behind or possibly lead us straight into him. hmmm- ah! [/she almost dropped the ball when suddenly her arms began fading, eyes wide and taken aback.] you did cast the spell! [/allowing herself to then take in her disappearing form, she raises a brow.] well… that will help.[/then she attempts her luck, keeps only the end of the yarn and lets the all roll ahead of them. wondering if tales held truth or not, she studies the rolling ball with close eyes until it rounds the first corner.] it seems to work!

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

// Chamyle watches in awe as the spool rolls away around the corner, she didn’t think it would work. Since in the myth of the labyrinth Theseus had only used the thread to retrace his steps, amazing it was that the thread could lead them out on its own as well// That is quite impressive..// she states her voice faltering of as she turn to see the younger girl disappearing she attempts to stifle a laugh at the look of surprise on her face.// Of course I cast it, and it really will come in handy, that way if we get caught they won't see you. It’ll work well then.//She follows the yarn walking ahead of the other girl with her hand lightly grasping the yarn.// So how long do you figure this will take, you know to get out I mean, because it should be faster with this yarn but it’s still a pretty big maze, plus how can we be sure that it taking us the right way and that it's not making us more lost than we were before.// As she made her way around the corner Chamyle froze quickly pushing the two of them back around the corner and pushing them both back around the corner, putting her finger to her lips she signals for the younger to be quite. Slowly pulling out her wand and craning her neck around the corner. She was sure now that the Minotaur was there.// Well… there’s only one thing to do,// she pulled the girl forward into the corridor, only seconds after having mumbled the incantation for the confundus charm. She waved her arm wildly urging the other girl to go on as the strength of the charm had been very low in order to not be penalized.//

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maybe if we know where north is now, we can navigate our way around the maze and- I wish I had taken arithmacy right now-...

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

//Chamyle chuckled as the younger girls face went red, she must have not understood how the spell worked, poor girl she must have thought that cam was mad for suggesting such a strange thing, when in reality it would just cause all of her to blend into her surroundings. But it was really to bad since she had already cast the spell. Michelle would figure it out soon enough so there wasn’t really a problem. She stopped her laughter quickly as screams were hears, turning just in time to see two students get sent back to the start.// Oh goodness, I hope we don’t~// Her voice cut off as she is pushed into the wall and suddenly covered by branches. She looks over at the other girl nodding in approval of her quick thinking, no wonder she was in ravenclaw. Cam had always wished to be in that house but it seem her traits for her own house were more prominent she wasn’t sure how or why.// Yes of course the yarn… I think i remember reading something about it location, follow me //she took of running checking every once in awhile that the younger girl was still behind her. She only stopped once she had found the end of thread, quickly handing it off to the younger girl.// Now what do we do with it, it was intended to be tied at the beginning and then followed back so, how does it help us?

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[/a sense of suspicion arouse, being paired with a slytherin that perhaps betrayal was a way for chamyle to win. despite the two females being on friendly terms, it was perhaps the own slytherin within her that doubted she could fully trust her partner for this labyrinth. For her to offer a distraction to the minotaur though instead of taking up the role of the one to possess the yarn, michelle was somewhat taken aback. her smart, pretty mind worked on overdrive when trying to make sure that her suggested strategy was safe and that there was no way she could be left behind by herself but she couldn’t find a single one.] alright. [/she therefore agreed, the fair player in her allowing chamyle the 50/50 chance of victory with them both leaving this place together.] then let’s go! [/wand raised, the younger ravenclaw stepped forward, thoughtfully swirling her wand.] say can you cast an invisibility spell?

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//Chamyle  was well aware of the fact that so could have just given the other girl a slip and taken the yarn for herself which would allow her to finish. In fact that is what a slytherin would do, she knew that this what she was supposed to do. But it was clear to her that even if she did this and finished it would be very unlikely for her to win. The point of this trip was in fact to bring all the students together or some mumbo jumbo of the sort, so if she did somehow cause the loss of her partner it would be highly unlikely. Plus she knew it would be quite easy for her to make her way back. She was glad that the other girl had agreed to go along with her plan she felt that it would be the best way to go.She began to walk down the narrow hallway running along the wall only stopping when the other girl asked her to cast an invisibility spell.// Well not exactly there isn’t one that necessarily makes you invisible,but I can cast a disillusionment charm, but that will make our clothes invisible and sometimes the field of invisibility can extend beyond it. Which should work for the rest of us, like heads and arms. //She pulled out her wand and with a quick movement cast the spell on the younger girl.// Now make sure you stay close so you don't get lost

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Closed Starter || Fear and Panic and Shame // Chamyle + Ambroise

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Of course. That should have been obvious to Ambroise, the fact that the girl wasn’t entirely human. But he had been in a state of upset that denied logic and ignored fact, two things he generally prided himself on having a general grasp of. The fact that she was a girl instead of yet another man was only helping. He didn’t think he could handle a man beside him right now. “That explains your ethereal beauty, I suppose.” His own beauty had been more of a curse to him than it had ever been a blessing, leading to the reasons that he had been thrown into a panic in the first place. Sometimes he wished it gone. But other times it was an advantage that he was keen to keep.

When she touched his hands to look at his talons, Ambroise froze. But her hands were gentle and soft, so it was easy for him to quiet the racing that his heart had begun. Hearing that she didn’t think him a freak was disappointing, seeing how it was what he expected from another part-veela. The statement that followed surprised him. The best the world had to offer? “If we are the best the world has to offer, why are halflings like us so hated?” In a strange way it was sort of comforting that the girl thought they were so great. Ambroise knew it wasn’t true - he felt that in his soul, his existence as an abomination - but it was nice to hear nonetheless.

Ambroise began to unfurl, sitting beside the girl with his legs crossed. His tears had stopped and his stomach was sinking back from his throat and into his abdomen. Even his talons were starting to shrink away. “Beauty attracts unwanted attention.” It was a delicate way to explain the things that had happened to him because of his veela beauty and charm, something he truly believed. “If the attention that was drawn wasn’t so dreadful I would be tempted to agree with you.” Who was this girl? She was obviously very wise for her age. He knew her name and what she was, but who she really was felt like such a mystery to him. It was an unusual feeling for Ambroise.

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

This time when he stiffened it was under her touch,  it seemed not to bother him quite that much as it had the first time, he was still fairly relaxed. None the less she pulled her hands back, once again taking a blade of grass in her hands, fiddling with it in her lap. She nodded as he questioned the logic behind her statement. She’d always told herself she was a gift, that people like her, halflings were there to create a bridge. To help everyone else realize that they really weren’t that different that the could in fact get along, that if they really tried they would see that no one had to be harmed or excluded for their differences. But alas maybe she was in fact naive to think that they could all get along, maybe the world was meant to exist in chaos. But if that was the case than her ideal that she had held, those that had kept her strong, allowed her to keep her head up and pointed forward would disappear, and then what did she have left... the that her family felt for her half blood?

“I think that the only reason we're hated is people don't understand, everyone always wants everyone to be just like them, because it’s easier that way, they won't have to make room for change to try to understand new things.” She kept her eyes down concentrating on tearing the individual strands of grass.

Seeing him relax further now taking up a casual sitting position caused a small smile to appear for a short  on her lips. She was glad that even if it had just been a small bit her presence had helped, and if it hadn’t, oh well, she was glad for some to talk to.

Beauty attracts unwanted attention,  

she felt like there was something familiar in these words something that she too had felt before, different it had been she was sure. But the pain attached to memories that was carried by those words, was one that she knew. One she understood, this fact cause a meek somber smile to cross her lips, one that was in fact forced to make herself feel like it was alright, that there wasn’t anything wrong even though she knew it was quite the opposite. “When you are tempted to agree please to let me know so you can tempt me to do the same.” she knew how she had gotten to this point but she wondered what had brought him to this point. She feared it was much worse than anything that happened to her, in fact she knew. But she knew that even if she offered her condolences nothing would change.  

[profjjonghyunkim-blog]

At the Start - Open

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— Jonghyun visibly relaxes, letting his shoulders drop just slightly when she says she doesn’t mind. It’s not that he expects to be staked or anything so ridiculous as that by her, but he was ever cautious. But his face pulls into a puffed cheeks expression as she says what had given him away. This tactic of typically over trying usually let him blend better with those around him, to the point that very, very few actually knew that he was, in fact, a vampire. He had seen far too often the gleam in the over curious eye when he had in the past admitted to his condition. That oh so enthralled for all the very worst reasons glazed over look of adoration that wrapped itself around what the vampire could only assume was some skewed fantasy of immortality.

     But the student sitting at the piano didn’t seem in the slightest bit interested in any of that. Merely curious as she stares briefly at him but then moves on with her talking.

      ‘What was it like?’

    At this, the professor tenses again. It’s not huge or even visible to her, but more of an inward clench at the fabric of what Jonghyun considers the last tendrils of his humanity. He knows he would have to eventually face these sorts of questions- such things were inescapable, but he had evaded it for long enough that he had a false sense of security about it! Seconds after her question and the time it takes for him to come to terms with answering his mouth is already working.

   “It hurt like you wouldn’t believe!” he chuckles. A hand pushes through his pale pink hair before he shifts to organize things on his desk as he carries on. “But at the very same time, I have never been as thrilled in my life as I was the night it happened. I was young, miserably bratty, and looking for what I thought was love. So I followed him right into the arms of Death but just ended up getting her kiss.”

   The teacher doesn’t blanch or blush when he talks of it. Not of the dismal past of his life, or the boy that lead him there. Not even the at the mention of the act of the hands that held him tethered between this life and what he assumed was surely his early passing.

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

  There was a small pause, but it was long enough for her to realize that something was wrong. That her question had in fact bothered him she wanted to take it back but it seemed it was to late to apologize and take back the question.  As he had begun to ramble about the past from which he came. Although one could say it was more just rushed speaking than rambling since it was just a small bit.

  Even as he spoke he seemed to have been answering without knowing that he was doing so. It was obvious from the laugh that rolled off of his tongue, the matter one that probably wouldn't cause such a reaction. Unless one was in some sickening way fascinated by such an unfortunate lifestyle. She that the thrill that he had mentioned had most likely been a temporary one. Possibly in the moment in which it occurred. The one where he was still young and dumb, high off adrenaline. That initial rush probably gone just as quickly as it had come.

  She couldn't quite tell if he was still bothered by the occurrences that had lead him down the unfortunate path, or if in fact he didn’t consider it unfortunate at all. He had laughed it off as if it was a minor occurrence, or as if he was talking about something as simple as breaking a pencil. Chamyle always imagined that if someone had become a vampire the would have some sort of resentment that the event would be somewhat frustrating. But he made it seem as if it was no big deal. 

   “So it doesn’t bother you at all then, to be this way…”. Sure this might be thought of as overstepping, but they were questions she really did want an answer to so she might as well ask even if they were not met well. In any case her had been able to talk about it quite casually before so she felt that it would be alright. “ I mean how are you able to talk about it so simply, if the reason it happened was chasing ‘love’,” at this she paused making finger quotes as she said love, “wouldn’t it bother you that it ended like this?” 

  She knew it would bother her, she would hate it losing what she had, for just one thing, no matter how badly she wanted it. maybe that was why it hurt so badly or could that have been just the bite.

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@chamyle-slyth

[/it was a funny coincidence that she had been in the same team as someone she had just met recently. an upperclass woman and smart witch, michelle was euphoric to end up with her as a partner left in this labyrinth and glad she wasn’t stuck with some third class, wand wielder that had no idea what a patronus was.] alright so.. [/she spoke, hushed, careful and quiet.] the old legend says there is a ball of thread that leads people out of a maze guarded by a minotaur… we are left with two options- to try find our way out by ourselves and not fall into the hands of the minotaur or attempt to find such a thread and risk being caught and possibly thrown back when we’re unable to find it… how do you suggest we go about this?

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

Well...//she paused thinking about their options, the easier option would undoubtedly take a lot longer. But the quickest way out would be more ‘dangerous’ and could in truth if they made a wrong move take just as long.// I think that we should try to find the yarn first, because surely there is some spell or something we can use to distract the minotaur, allowing us to gain access to thread… and in the case that it’s clear that it won't work, or we get sent back then we can start over. //suddenly she remembered that it had been mentioned  wouldn’t be possible for the two of them to win together that they the victors would be chosen individually and not by groups// but then again since we get chosen together i could distract them while you get the thread that way one of us will finish quickly //she in truth wasn’t one who enjoyed competition all that much so she wouldn’t mind not winning.//

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Closed Starter || Fear and Panic and Shame // Chamyle + Ambroise

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Her grandmother…so she was part veela. He shook his head as she spoke, recalling the times his brothers and sisters had produced talons when they were angry with him. The older ones could very nearly control it, having had years to learn how. But Ambroise had been one of the few, one of the younger ones that was embarrassed by his halfling blood, that tried to ignore their potential altogether. He had seen how vicious people could be when they didn’t understand. Every one of his brothers and sisters - himself included - had faced prejudice and bigotry when people found out what they were. So Ambroise was keener to hide it than to let other people know that his blood made a mockery of nature.

“So you…you are also part veela?” That made the boy feel a little better, even if she didn’t have any talons or other external veela traits. Veela blood was veela blood as far as Ambroise was concerned. “Talons don’t make you a veela. Being a veela makes you a veela.” It was something Ambroise had often told himself when he was a bit younger. He hated his talons, but he was secretly proud of his veela blood. As long as no one else could see it.

“I don’t like them…because they mock me.” Ambroise sighed, lifting his hands to look at his talons. They had begun to shrink as he calmed himself, though still obviously present. “They remind me that I’m a freak. Worse, they remind everyone else that I’m a freak.” Try as he might, he couldn’t will the talons to hasten their transformation back into fingers.

They also reminded him of things he wanted to forget. The talons only came out when he was most upset, in a state of frightened panic that he didn’t usually understand. They came and reminded him that he was a freak for multiple reasons.

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

Watching as his face contorted into a  pensive one, she imagined he was probably thinking of his past. She wondered how his had differed from her own, of course there would be the  major differences but she truly did wonder what had lead him to dislike his veela characteristics. Interesting it was that different experiences when they were young had brought them to a point where their desires were so different. Of course it wasn’t that she didn’t know of the discrimination that veelas even those like her would face. Often times she wouldn’t go out simply to avoid  it. But it was just that acceptance by her own blood had always meant so much more to her than what strangers thought of her.

 She nodded “ I am” he relaxed visibly she too felt more comfortable  glad to see that the boy wasn’t quite as upset or nervous as he had been before. His explanation was comforting, quite sweet she thought, she tended to limit her interaction with other veelas seeing as her she feared receiving the same reaction that she got from her grandmother.  But  he’d assured her that her place was still valid despite lacking the traits that he despised so much.

 Taking in a shallow breath she sighed as he lifted his hands to examine his talons. Her heart sunk as he spoke of how the talons really were more of a curse. That they made him a freak, maybe it was better after all that she hadn’t been like the rest of her family, though dispelling the idea that she had spent so much time thinking was the truth would be difficult. “ well it could be just because we’re in the same boat, but I don't think that you're a freak, infact…” she paused leaning back on to her hands “I think that people like us we’re the best that the world has to offer.”.

She smiled to herself contemplating the notion of course they were gifts given to the world, beautiful creatures, any wrong that they had been accused of doing couldn’t  really have been their fault, instead the fault of an overzealous, greedy human who had bit off more than they could chew. “ sure beauty has it’s price to pay for the people who try to take advantage of it but, gifts should be more appreciated when the harm they’ve done wasn’t their own doing. right?”

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Closed Starter || Fear and Panic and Shame // Chamyle + Ambroise

[ravenambroise-deactivated201610]

It’s not something to be ashamed of.

Shit, so he had been noticed. Besides actually being unconscious, this was one of the most vulnerable times for Amber. He preferred to spend them alone, sharing his weakness with as few people as possible. But here was a girl that had noticed him and approached him with the desire to make him feel better. A war was waged within him. Keep up appearances, said his brain. Pretend everything is okay and then everything will be okay.

She doesn’t have to know.

Submit, said his heart. Let yourself open up to her. But years of listening to his brain and the words of his parents would not be so easily shaken. Especially because the sight of the sharp black talons ripping tiny holes in the fabric of his pants was still making his breathing labored, his throat tight. He almost wanted to ignore the girl’s presence, to remain silent until she inevitably lost interest and went away just like everybody else. But the bit of French that slipped off her tongue made him look up. Something about her reminded him of his mother. When she complimented his talons, he realized that it was possible that she, too, was part veela. He wondered if that was so.

“They disgust me,” Ambroise mumbled in his mother tongue, the French language that he so loved and revered, as the girl wiped at his tears. The half veela boy was used to sitting still as his nannies preened him, cleaning off dirt and food and making sure his clothes were just right. This felt no different. When he spoke again, he continued on the same, since it was apparent the girl would understand him. “My name is Ambroise. Forgive me, but what would you know about talons?” It wasn’t meant to come out snappy, but Ambroise was sure that it did. His half-veela attributes embarrassed him, scared him. He wasn’t used to being complimented on them, that was for sure.

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

She was surprised that he had responded in french, though also relieved it was considerably easier for her to converse in this tongue. I was the one that she had spoken for the majority of her life though not her first. This made her accent present but still light enough that it could be ignored. But when he spoke it his was quite prominent smoothing the sounds that were so coarse when she spoke it. It was quite pleasant indeed. His question had caught her off guard,backing away a little she sat in front of him pulling her legs in so that she sat with them crossed.  

What did she know about them, she knew that her grandmother had them, only because they had appeared when she had gotten mad at her and demanded that she leave but honestly that was the only time she had seen them. She’d never gotten them according to her grandmother, who almost refused to disclose this information, as she found it embarrassing.  As she let her minds wander to memories of that day she picked out pieces of grass and twirled them around her fingers. Seeing as it seemed more natural for the both of them she continued in french.

“ I know… that my grandmother had them, and so did everyone else, mostly, but I was the only girl that didn’t, and I was supposed to, but I never did. So I’m not a real veela.”

Her response was smooth and slow as if it had been rehearsed. Quite different from his which sounded bitter, not that she blamed him. It made sense that he wouldn’t want them, seeing as how being different wasn’t exactly looked upon highly.

Truly she had only wanted them because she thought that they would bring her closer to the one thing that she had always wanted. She despised being looked down on by her family members, perhaps her reason for wanting them was the same reason that he wanted them gone. Maybe if she did have them she would want them gone as well. But somehow over time she’d developed somewhat of and idolization of characteristics that veelas possessed, the ones she didn’t have. Picking up a small flower she looked over at the boy

“Why don't you like them?”

[ravenambroise-deactivated201610]

Closed Starter || Fear and Panic and Shame // Chamyle + Ambroise

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He could feel it. The nausea bubbling up in his stomach and building in his throat. It made his breathing grow rough and ragged. But where was it coming from? Ambroise realized that his sensitive nose was picking up the blur of perfume emanating from several girls walking in a gaggle ahead of him. He should his head to try and clear out his senses from the cloud of perfume, trying to subdue the sudden churning of his stomach. He could get through this. He always did.

Ambroise continued his wandering through the halls when he accidentally ran into someone. He looked up from his feet and apologized, but the words caught in his throat. The person he was trying to apologize to was a professor, a somewhat older man of a fairly kind disposition. But even the accidental contact was too much for Ambroise now that he saw the person he had bumped into. His heart began to race. They were far too close to each other for his own comfort. Why was all of this happening today? Right now? Usually Ambroise could go days on end without feeling the panic except when he awoke from nightmares, but today just seemed like it was out to get him. He stumbled backwards, away from the man, who lurched forward as though he was trying to help. That just made it worse.

Trying to keep a scream from ripping out of his throat, Ambroise scrambled to get his legs to work and shot down the hall away from the professor. Too close. Too close. The breath was leaving his lungs in painful bursts as he ran somewhere, anywhere, trying to get away and hide. He clenched his fists as he ran, and he could feel the blood start to run in rivulets down his palms from where the talons that had grown from his fingertips had ripped open his skin. On his flight down corridor after corridor, the half veela passed what seemed to be an empty courtyard. It had a corner that looked perfect for sitting in and hiding, half obscured by the plants growing beside it.

It was there that Ambroise took refuge and tried to focus on forcing his talons to shrink back into his skin. At first, Ambroise couldn’t understand why he was having trouble seeing, but when the tears dropped from his eyes and mixed with the blood on his hands he realized that he was crying. He didn’t know when it started, but he hoped no one had seen him. How humiliating. The talons continued to grow instead of shrink, until the entirety of his fingers were replaced with shiny black arching claws, sharp as a needlepoint. Ambroise sighed and wrapped his arms around his knees the best that he could without tearing his skin, now simply focused on trying to get the tears to stop.

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

She sat with her back against the stone wall of the courtyard facing the hallway though partially obscured by one of the columns that made up the doorway. The task at hand had been that of studying but alas that only held her attention for a short bit. Soon she found herself beginning to doze off.  That was until she heard footsteps rapidly making their way down the corridor, she looked up to see a mess of robes speeding around the corner and into the empty courtyard behind her. She contemplated simply leaving the person be, they might have just needed some time to blow off steam. And she would have if she would have let him if she hadn’t caught the slightest glimpse of what looked like talons emerging  from their hands. 

She waited in silence straining to hear where  the curious character had gone, trying to evaluate whether or not it would be bad for her to interrupt their time. They seemed to be sitting in the corner of the courtyard that was bordered by the wall which she was leaning against.  When she heard the sniffling beginning to desist  she closed her book careful not to make too much noise but enough that it would alert the stranger of her presence.  Looking up at the ceiling she spoke up, “ It’s not something to be ashamed of you know.”. There was a break of silence as though the both of them had stopped breathing and somehow managed to stop everything around them as well. Although that could have just been her imagination.

Deciding that she should do something more in her effort to help them, she stood carefully hopping through the gap in the wall that served as a window and sat down next to them. Holding her breath in for a few seconds before looking over at them, a boy, his face was equal in paleness to her own,  but his cheeks were red and stained with tears eyes red and puffy. She hesitated slightly before brushing her thumbs lightly against his cheeks removing the stray tears she sighed  “T'inquiète, ça ira.” the bit of french slipping out under her breath as it often did. She looked up at his making sure that her action had been alright and hadn’t bothered him. Giving him a small smile she started “ My name’s Chamyle and I think that you needn’t be worried about things such as these, the talons are lovely.” She’d always wished that she had gotten something like this because of her veela ancestry, maybe then they wouldn’t have been so keen on her leaving

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Library After Hours || Chamyle and Minhyuk

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Minhyuk offered her a cute smile and charming wink. Normally, a gryffindor wouldn’t help a slytherin, but Minhyuk didn’t believe in house rivalries since the guy he liked was a Slytherin as well. Besides, he knew how it felt when one fell asleep and someone else was around. That would mean never ending teasing and never ending jokes until something else embarrassing happened. As she yawned and asked him what he was still doing there, Minhyuk rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. “I fell asleep as well over Charms homework. Usually I wake up in time to not miss dinner, but today, it seems the exhaustion of all the classes, has me passed out,” he said.

As she leaned up to adjust his glasses that were an odd angle, Minhyuk smiled a bit and decidedly in a burst of confidence, he kissed her cheek. She was cute and she had done him a favor. Most of the time he didn’t even notice that his glasses were askew and he could walk around for days with his glasses a mess. “I’m Minhyuk. Nice to meet you, cutie~” he said, quietly, winking at her.

[chamyle-slyth-blog]

At the mention of dinner having already passed she sobered slightly. She too would hardly ever miss dinner. Though she disliked being in the large group, missing dinner was worse. Normally she’d stop in for a bit then return to the library. The exhaustion must have taken its toll on her as well. Though odd that she had missed it, but maybe it was worth it.

Her presumption was confirmed as his lips brushed against her cheek causing the red that graced her cheeks to stand out even more against her pale skin. The contact was short but none the less something that she hadn't expected. She raised an eyebrow at him, a small smirk playing at her lips. If this was the way he thanked people she’d have to keep that in the future.

His introduction was quite charming just the right about of chivalry you’d expect from a gryffindor. It did however still catch her by surprise. She hopped up on to the table holding out a hand to him, "Pleasure, I’m Chamyle, and for the record, you're pretty cute yourself." She swung her legs which hung over the edge of the table as she waited for him.