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#//. An angel I'd praise only in solitude { Alison Blaire }#DATS HIS BEST FRIEND #catch him hella sad tho because she's legit back in the states while he's harbored at hoggy hogwarts

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#//. character study #//. interactions #fflamed #IF THIS AINT ALISON AND BEN IM DEAD

snow. he hated it, better in fact to say he loathed the stuff entirely. winter was okay, it was great in fact decent holidays nestled their existence in winter -- but snow was just too much for him. luckily he’s warm enough beneath his robes, the snow flakes catching in his dark curly hair framing his crown in a halo of white as he walks along the court yard. its quiet, with the holidays approaching it left less students at school and more silence than he could ever dream for. he’d opted for staying at school, this was his fathers holiday one where he’d end up being stuffed in his dads too big of a mansion hearing him flirt with his girlfriend and discuss business. he didn’t want to bother with the headaches, not that his dad would notice his absence much -- but he was certain a call or owl would arrive in due time asking for his appearance. he planned to decline.

he didn’t hate his father, quite the opposite in fact -- he just didn’t want to hear the ever constant lecture about how one day he too would take over the business and become the leader of his fathers company. he didn’t like business, found it filled with liars and people far more greedy than intelligent and while he didn’t know if his father was personally in that category -- his desire to find out was nonexistent. footsteps crunch against the dead leaves and already rested snow, direction the study hall. he could curl up and just read himself to death for the matter, or at least until his mother returned home from finland and sent for him. then she’d pack them both up and off to his grandmothers in south korea to spend a riveting holiday with his two aunts and uncle, not mention all their children as well.

hands are bone cold as he pushes through the wooden doors, greeted by the thick and dense wave of heat coming off the fire place against the wall. his hair is damp from the melting snow flakes, but he cant be bothered to worry about it. his sentence of solitude and plan to wait out the next few hours reading in isolation is foiled immediately, there perched at one of the various desk illuminated by a lamp is another student. head ducked and face out of sight his eyes narrow, gaze shifting all over the room before returning back to the girl seated a few feet away from him. the red scarf draped over the back of her chair enough indication that she’s not anyone he possibly knows, most of his friends were gone for holiday anyhow so the hope was dashed just as it emerged.

footsteps are quiet as he shifts and moves toward the fire place, discarding his own scarf and robe onto the nearest table and chair to rid himself of the weight. long limbs stretch out before him before his head turns over his shoulder and his black eyes continue to stare a hole into the side of her face, why had he never seen her before? he was decent with faces and names -- made a point to know some of the other students in different houses should he needed them at some point which if he thought about too long sounded insane. lips rub together for a moment before his voice is soft and husked, a vocalized question barely above a whisper as his hands lay at his sides. “ you get left behind or something? “

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