CHANNIEPUFF

park chanyeol.

[chanyeol-puff]

time through journeys pt5

Park Chanyeol was on the run for the second time in however long it was that he'd been unconscious for. It could've been overnight, but it could've been a week. It seemed like he'd never find out. 

The building was, as a matter of fact, more made out of concrete than what he'd expected -- in comparison to the room he was stuck in before, which appeared as if it was made out of wood alone. There had been a dozen or so people in the hall that he'd managed to break out into, so the next thing to focus on was getting away from those people. He could merely assume they were magic. 

"Hey! You! ..Kid!"

Voices echoed through the hall he was running down and he didn't stop to give them an answer. If they wanted him then they could catch him, but he'd do his best not to let them. However, that thought went down the drain as soon as he was presented with two doors to choose from. Chanyeol groaned loudly, but didn't let himself pause for too long. Almost without thought, he plunged forwards and burst through the door on the right, coming to a complete stop as his eyes surveyed the setting. 

A storage room was of no use to him. 

The Hufflepuff mumbled out a string of curses under his breath, the situation taking him an inch out of character. It didn't help that voices were getting closer. Chanyeol turned his wand over in his hands, a few spells coming to mind. Incendio was mighty tempting to use if worst came to the worst. He turned, ready to face the incoming voices, wand at the ready. Two seconds later and the door flew open to reveal a man in his mid-thirties. Chanyeol was ready to counteract whatever spell they threw at him.

"..Stupefy!"

And bam-- He was out cold.

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"What the hell are we meant to do with this kid?!"

"..How about knock him unconscious every time he wakes up?"

"Markus, are you kidding me? Please tell me you're kidding me."

"I'm just saying. Besides, you know orders. You already know what we gotta do. This kid's gonna be the next big thing for us. He'll be spying and he won't even know it."

"Yeah.. I know he'll be great for the organisation, but.. Oh, I don't know! It doesn't feel right!"

"No one's asking you if you think it's right. They're called orders because you follow them. Don't think that I won't drop you as a partner."

"Ugh.. Alright. I get it. Now let's just do this spell and get it the hell over with."

"It has to be strong enough. Okay? Three.. Two.. One.."

"Oblivia--"

"Obliviate!"

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"Chanyeol!--" 

"Oh Merlin! Chanyeol! Chanyeol, can you hear us?!" 

The boy came around slowly to find himself being shaken by the shoulders, a man and a woman standing in front of him. He squinted into the light, feeling weightless in his own body. 

"Mmmmh?" he forced out, dazed and unaware of where he was. As his eyes came into focus better, he could make out his parents before him, looks of panic and sheer worry spread across their faces. "Why are you waking me up so early, mum? Did something happen?" He raised a hand to rub his eyes, missing the shared look of discomfort between his parents. 

His mother leaned closer, using her hands to check his head for marks, to check if he felt too hot. "Honey, are you okay? What happened? You should tell us." She gave an encouraging nod, as if it would help for Chanyeol to spill all the secrets that he knew to her.

Except that he couldn't figure out what they were talking about. Chanyeol sat up, throwing his father a questioning look instead. He was solely answered with a frown.

"..Chanyeol. Tell us what happened. What did they do to you?" His father crossed his arms, taking a stern approach.

But Chanyeol still couldn't figure out what it was that they wanted from him. He sighed and gave a whine, "Ohhhh, but I told you already! The interview for Hogwarts went fine and they told me they'd be glad to have me." He flicked his gaze from each parent to the other, growing confused by their somewhat distraught faces. "And all they did was show me around the school's site." The boy was beginning to grow nervous. "..They offered me tea?"

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[chanyeol-puff]

time through journeys pt4

He woke in waves on consciousness, his eyes drooping closed each time he would try to open them, reacting badly to what felt like blinding white light. There was a strange and dull throbbing in the back of his head and when he tried to move to check for a bump or graze or who-knows-what, he realised that he couldn't. Literally. His arms were restrained behind him, and when Chanyeol managed to keep his eyes open for more than 10 seconds, he could finally take in his surroundings.

Everything was wooden. The floor, the panels on the walls, the chair he was sitting on (and attached to) and all the other chairs that lay littered around. The door was also made of similar material, on the wall to his right. There was one small desk in the corner and, when he strained his neck to see, he could make out the dark silhouette of his own belongings, strewn out on the surface.

His wand wasn't in his pocket.

That quickly sent his mind whirring, it desperately trying to figure out how to free himself without a wand. But he had to be careful. His captures were obviously somewhere and if he made too much noise then who would know what could happen.. If there was anything that his parents had taught him--

Oh. His parents. Chanyeol took a deep breath, willing his heart not to pound so much. It was painful enough to think that he didn't know where they were on a daily basis, but this? Here, he didn't even know what day it was. How long had he been out for? Was he even still in Brazil? He doubted it.

Throwing a hushed sigh into the stale air, he aimed to pull himself together. It couldn't be so hard to get from one side of the room to another ..stuck on a chair. 

Chanyeol took to shuffling forwards, the chair-legs grating along the wooden floorboards. He cringed at each sound emitted, his ears uncannily sensitive for some reason or other. It felt like forever before he even got close to the small wooden structure, and Chanyeol could swear he had just heard a voice coming from outside. He risked it and tried to close in the distance, somehow making it without anyone coming in to interrupt him. His heart was racing a mile a minute as he tried to get his hands at a good enough height, having to stand leaning and facing backwards towards the table. It felt ten times more awkward than it really sounded, and it took a minute or so to actually locate the object that he had originally targeted. Soon enough, just as he was getting increasingly worried, his fingers managed to encircle around the familiar stick, causing relief to rush over him. With a hushed murmur and a difficult flick of the wrist, his ties fell undone, but the chair fell back onto the floor with a loud thud, bumping the small desk along the way. 

The 18 year-old really should've known his luck better.

This time he was sure he'd heard a noise from the other side of the door, even with it on the opposite wall. Chanyeol's heart rate shot up when the door-handle jerked downwards, his breath taking its temporary leave along with it. Truthfully, he'd never been so scared in his life.

In a sudden spark of idea, it hit him, and he dashed back to the centre of the room holding the chair, just about carefully enough to not make any of the floorboards creak. Once there, he plonked himself down on it and threw his hands behind his back, fingers of each hand gripping the sleeves of the other. He let his head loll to the side and closed his eyes again, spreading his legs unevenly to feign unconsciousness.

It took another few moments of muffled voices for the door to be flung open, heavy steps following directly afterwards. Chanyeol could only hold his breath and hope that whoever was undoubtedly in front of him would not notice that he was, in fact, all too awake for a regular hostage. 

As the being moved around to his right, he gripped his wand tighter, ready for the other to realise he was no longer tied down. Using one eye to peek open, he could make out a fairly well-built figure. But Chanyeol really didn't have the time to wait it out.

"Petrificus Totalus!" 

The body fell to the floor, arms stuck to its sides, legs stuck together. 

Chanyeol wasted no time in checking who the person was and shot out of the room, trying to improvise a direction. He was met with a much lighter hall, concrete floors and a dozen eyes on him.

His only instinct could be to run.

[chanyeol-puff]

time through journeys pt3

Two days was too long to stay in one place, yet all of the days merged into another, some days staying in one place, others in multiple places. Soon they would be running out of keys and running out of places to run to. It’d been a month or two of the three of them successfully avoiding the organisation that was undoubtedly on their trail.

But things had been getting worse. He wanted to rest. He wanted to see his friends. He wanted to be back at Hogwarts. He wanted the circle of coming and going to be straightened out, so that there was only one place to go and one place to stay. In a way, it was weird that his parents wanted him with them throughout such a critical time period. Surely he would only slow them down.

Markets in the middle of Brazilian cities were better than he could ever have imagined; he’d never heard of them being praised before. There were walls of fruits placed outside shops, pottery and furnishings everywhere. So many things caught his eye. But they weren’t there to shop. They were there to mingle and blend, to keep their faces hidden under their hats.

He was in the midst of the crowd when a hand came down on his shoulder, and with both of his parents in front of him, his first instinct was to run. He may have not been one for sports, but this was what he could manage at the least, shaking the grip off as he darted forwards to run a series of taps along the nape of both of his parents’ necks. It was a common drill, but this time it’s real and Chanyeol has no time to question who, why, or how did they find out?

It was possible that he overreacted, but it’s a hundred times better than underreacting, though he couldn’t turn around to look and check. Only then did he ever feel serious, only when his life was riding on how fast he could move his legs.

He and his parents split up in the following ten seconds, and he took to the streets and alleyways, glad that the clumsiness that had once plagued him had faded in correlation to the rise of his confidence. It seemed that the steps were still behind him even after five minutes of taking random directions and split-second decisions.

In all his 18 years, Chanyeol had never been fit enough for continuous sports and it was beginning to take its toll on him. His breathing turned laboured and his feet already hurt from running so harshly without any thought or consolation. Even then it was no time to complain.

Really, it was only a matter of time until he found a dead end with no real escape. He’d gotten past gates and fences just minutes prior, but now he was enclosed without even the smallest hint of a way out.

“Crap…”

He didn’t want to turn around to face defeat, but it was too obvious that he’d given up so quickly. Brazil’s cities were never one of the places that he and his family stayed in for very long. It was then that he wished for his parents to be safe, no matter what. His past didn’t matter. Their past didn’t matter. As long as they got through it, it wouldn’t matter.

Footsteps reared closer and closer.

Then there was only the sound of metal and the surrounding blackout that followed.

[chanyeol-puff]

time through journeys pt2

The first destination was his hometown. Or more like homecity. Seoul was where it was at in South Korea, and even though Chanyeol preferred smaller communities, Seoul would always mean the most to him. It wasn't the busy streets that interested him, nor the extensive number of shops that he could visit, and it especially wasn't loud traffic that would always be crawling through the city centre. 

What had really made him fall in love with the city was the few summers they'd spent there, just him and his parents. It was the way that the streetlights illuminated the pavements, and made out to be specks of light against the dark background of the night time city. It was the the way the heat travelled via breezes, because, to be totally honest, he really liked that. 

So far, he hadn't felt inclined to ask why they were back. If his parents said they were going somewhere; then they were going somewhere, and Chanyeol had complete faith in his parents' decisions.

One thing that he often found trouble with was keeping his wizard's tongue to himself. He'd been at Hogwarts for what felt like so long that it was difficult not to burst out with a spell here and there, just to aid him throughout the day. It took a little bit longer than it should for him to adjust, but sinking back into the role of a muggle really wasn't that hard once he'd gotten used to the non-magical atmosphere, and it almost felt good to exercise his acting skills. 

They lay low as usual, checking into five hotels instead of two, and Chanyeol realised that this wasn't the same sort of attitude that his parents normally had. Normally it's a degree of caution, not a paranoia of being caught in the next breath. But still, he didn't ask, this time favouring staying in the dark until things washed over.

It's the first and only night that they stay in Seoul when his thoughts dragged him back to Hogwarts, his group of friends, and what he referred to as his adopted family. It was then that he wondered how long he'd actually be gone for, the potential idea of travelling for months popping up in his mind. Yet, he didn't ask, as the answer would only be indefinite.

His parents took him to markets, buying fresh food here and there, aiming to fill a bottomless enchanted bag. A smile made its way to his lips, because it was what they did every time they started a new voyage, and in some ways it felt like he'd never been at Hogwarts in the first place.

The day passed quickly enough, a lack of time preventing Chanyeol from the one thing that he wanted to do, but he didn't complain when his father pulled out the next key and held it out towards him and his mother. With one last look up at the dusk sky, in his head, he recited the same lame line as every time before, ever since he was a child, the novelty still not wearing off. 

Let the adventure.. begin!

Two days was too long to stay in one place.

[chanyeol-puff]

time through journeys pt1;

Within an instant he was shushed, a hand coming down to hover over his mouth.

It was near pitch-black and Merlin knew what hour. It was only moments before that he had awoken at the sound of a few of his books falling off of a table nearby, half a dozen curse words muttered out afterwards and the instant hush that followed, from what seemed like another person. For a moment Chanyeol had wondered if it was Sehun, however he was made unsure by grogginess that had blocked his ears, hindering him from really pinpointing the owner of the voice.

But then he could feel the presence right next to his bed and could make out a shadow looming over him.

"Shhh, Chanyeol. It’s me."

He exhaled sharply, unsure whether that was because he was so surprised or so glad. The soft voice called him right back home.

"Lumos."

An orb of light was conjured up in the room, revealing his mother before him, soft smile on her lips to match her voice, and his father at the end of the bed, wand in hand. He took his mother’s hand in a heartbeat, with a pleased grin, directed towards both of his parents, spreading across his face. His mother squeezed his hand back and lifted it to place a kiss against his knuckles, her smile slowly fading.

"How did you get in her—?" Chanyeol started, but found his question answered before he had even finished asking it.

In his father’s hand was a ring of keys.  Of course. — Their portkeys.  It was ironic in such a great way; multiple places all bundled by a piece of metal, all unknown by the Ministry, and all obviously set with times rather than the normal incantation, from the way that Chanyeol’s father had them all grasped in his hand. 

He shifted up in bed and sent a quick glance sideways, before then being cut off by his mother.

"He’s not in here tonight, honey. I doubt we’d wake him from here." She gave another sweet smile and reached up to stroke the fringe of Chanyeol’s hair; something she’d quite often do when worried.

"Mum..?" Chanyeol couldn’t help but frown. If his parents were there.. then it meant that something had happened. And most likely not something of the good kind. He glanced up for answers from his father instead. "Dad? What’s wrong? Are we moving again?"

When he was answered with a harsh silence, he shifted his gaze back and forth between the two of them, eyebrows creasing further. It didn’t appear to be the normal ‘oh we’re upping and leaving’. His parents had no trouble in telling him that. In fact, they were usually excited about the next place they could visit and stay in for a while, before upping and leaving again for a new place.

It was his father that stepped closer, his expression somewhat more grave than it should have been, and offered a grimace of a small smile. “We’ve got a time limit on this one, buddy.” He jangled the keys to finish off his sentence.

Chanyeol questioned his family no more. His trust in them was stronger than word and reason, and he needed no prompting to get out of bed and start packing. About six minutes later, he declared himself done, proud for being able to do it so fast, even if the inside of his bag would be a mess. Another minute later and they were gone, the only proof of their being there laid to rest upon Chanyeol’s pillow; the very key that his parents had used to get in there.

[oh-luhans]

chanyeol giving his tissue to sehun

[cheolyans]

you’re so handsome and you know it ;;

[oh-luhans]

[chanyeol-puff]

regarding the ball ▬ ooc admin post (sorry for these)

Okay so update on the status of the ball; 

DATE

the ball event will take place from the 20th to the 22nd. This is so that more people have a chance to plot and actually carry out those plots. Of course the ball itself won't be in realtime, so just remember that. The thing itself (ic) will be on Friday the 20th.

THEME

the theme of this event will be masquerade. Why? Because why not. It creates a nice air of anonymity, and your characters will be able to take advantage of that~ Also, masks are fun. It'll be fun, trust me.

ALSO I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THANK YOU, YOU GUYS ARE THE SWEETEST <33333

[chanyeol-puff]

announcement 01:05` `15092013 ▬ it's a special day

Okay, so this may not be so much of an important thing for you guys, but today is a pretty special day for me.  As lame as it sounds, today is my sixth month anniversary at AIH. It's actually my sixth month of actually rping at all.  I guess I just wanted to write something for you guys to thank you for being so awesome. Really. AIH wouldn't be AIH without you guys (well duh). I couldn't imagine being in another rp, and even though I know that I have nothing to compare this with, but AIH really feels like home. You are all so creative, and it's fantastic to plot with you all. Honestly, if I had the time, then I would totally plot with every single one of you. ..Unfortunately I get quite busy, so that's not really possible. ;~; omg, but don't get put off plotting with me-- So yeah, I should probably apologise for being slow too, especially to anyone who has something running with Chanyeol. BUT, I digress. The bottom line is that I love you all okay-- 

There is also another thing that you may think us admins have forgotten about... THE BALL! We're thinking about hosting it next Friday (20th). What are your thoughts on it? Anyone unable to rp on that day but really wants their character to attend? Any requests for themes etc?  So far it's just going to be a semi-formal thing to welcome all the new students and professors, but as you practically are the students, we're open to any other ideas.

Anyway, this post has probably dragged on for long enough!  Once again, I just wanna thank you all for being fantastic people, both ic and ooc. I've met a bunch of people that I really do love just talking to. Even if we should part ways here, I'd hate to fall out of contact altogether. Oh, and I just want you guys to know that I'm always here for a chat if you're having a hard time or any problems. Our counselling blog has been in the making for a good few months but yeah-- Ugh, someone shut me up--

OKAY I LOVE YOU ALL BYE

Let's continue being awesome xoxoxo all of the love <3333333

[cheolyans]

[chanyeol-puff]

in which Park Chanyeol makes you wanna (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

[aihogwarts-blog]

— { activity check | 09/02 }

CHARACTERS WHO HAVEN'T BEEN ACTIVE FOR (MORE THAN) A WEEK

[IMPT!] if your character is listed under the cut, we are giving you 2 days to send the HQ an ask.

These characters listed have not roleplayed since the 25th August. OOC posts and pictures do not count as roleplaying. 

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[chanyeol-puff]

hufflezitao replied to your post: whispers i don’t count pictures or ooc posts just...

meows the person who reblogs tons of photos on your charas meow

..Yes, but I did replies on Taehyung under 24 hours hours ago

sowhatdoesitmatter

[chanyeol-puff]

whispers i don't count pictures or ooc posts just so you know

[chanyeol-puff]

~

[cheolyans]

Chanyeol back-hugging Luhan after they won + SeBaek’s reaction

[bummiedor]

escort || kkb & pcy

[bummiedor]

Key groaned, leaning his head back and letting his hand drop to his side. “Of course you can see them,” he said dramatically. That’s why I need to go to Hogsmeade!” Sighing, Key ran a hand through his hair, considering his options. He had always been the impatient type, so waiting around while this guy finished his patrol or whatever wasn’t really an option. There was always the option of going back to the common room and just waiting for another day to drag some unlucky prefect out to Hogsmeade, but that wasn’t an option either since his roots were already pretty obvious. There was only one other option that Key could see (that wouldn’t break any school rules), but he wasn’t sure if the prefect would go along with it. He decided to try his luck.

"What if you finished your patrol on the way down to the entrance hall? It’ll take about six or seven minutes to get there from here, if we walk slowly, so then you could just ‘patrol’ the grounds while we walk towards Hogsmeade," he said, putting on his best smile in an attempt to sway the other further in the direction Key wanted him to go. "Come on, nobody has to know."

[chanyeol-puff]

"Oh." Chanyeol watched the other boy and bit on his bottom lip to prevent any other comments about the obvious roots from coming out of his mouth. The boy seemed pretty stressed about it so far and he didn't to make things worse by saying something that he shouldn't.

The Gryffidor quietened down for a moment and Chanyeol could only assume that he was trying to think of another way to get to Hogsmeade. A group of first years suddenly burst round the corner at the end of the hallway, all shouting and running for Merlin-knows-why. Chanyeol was about to push the Gryffindor aside to go reprimand the kids, but they spotted him (which really isn't hard at his height) and slowed down, their obnoxious remarks all dithering out into small whispers. One of them even bowed their head at the prefect, and Chanyeol could only grin in reply.

The Hufflepuff flicked his attention back to the boy in front of him who was now looking up at him with some sort of glint in his eye. He had to admit that the idea made sense. Killing two birds with one stone. He sighed and nodded an agreement. "Okay." He stepped around to the direction in which they should go and looked down at the boy. "But if we get caught then you'll be stuck in a dozen detention sessions with me for two weeks." Even Chanyeol could hardly notice how different he was when he was in prefect-mode.