his hand was quick to move over the hit area with a groan escaping his lips, eyes all too easily finding their way to who he knew was the culprit of the mischief. “ oi—— ” goddammit, he was starting to think he had some kind of hufflepuff magnet incorporated, because he really couldn’t explain how those pieces of literal soft bread were always gravitating around him. “ you know that for every paper ball you throw at me a willow starts crying? do you want the poor tree to cry, sun-ah? ”
@confectiionery
MISCHIEVOUS AS EVER, sunday cha is up to no good. that much has always been evident with her. although the hufflepuff is kind, it didn’t mean she liked to be demure. to sit still with a pretty smile on. not exactly her style. instead, she rather liked to tease her companions, namely her friends—or much more recently, a grouchy slytherin boy that owed her. for what exactly? well, that’s between them. “oooOOOoOoo, someone’s mad—” she starts, a laugh slipping out. “hey! excuse you—i’m not a MONSTER,” she makes a face, swatting at the charmed origami cranes flying about, urging them to fly toward the boy, swarming around his head like a pack of vultures. “it’s recycled paper, thank you. i’m actually very environmentally conscious and you should be thankful for that!”
