･ﾟ✧ ❛ — 𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖

didn't you know? our hearts are wild beasts, thats why we must keep them in ivory cages.

[crvince-blog]

short and sweet.

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                                             ｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡

conversation extends and with it so does cecil’s nervousness. it should probably go down but that’s not how things are supposed to work around vincent. the vincent. he feels as if he has to constantly prove himself to be of the same footing.with the amazing slytherin. but the thought is probably not the same as vincent’s himself, cecil can tell already. but it doesn’t stop him from fidgeting a bit, eyes looking around everywhere but at the boy.

“the last time i used it…it was around the cat club room. because i wanted to see if the other cats would like it just as much,” cecil carefully says, memory quickly coming back to him the more he spoke. this was surely a good thing. “we…should go there first and then maybe we can think of what’s next after that.”

                                             ｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡ 

          ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ cecil’s rapid thoughts which speed through his mind at such a rapid pace that it cold easily be lost if not for the fact that eyes are glancing straight into the other boy’s. for some it becomes something annoying, from those who only think of him in shallow snippets but the slytherin knows the hufflepuff speaks something different. it is an honest && earnest response though there is no reason to reciprocate he finds himself bending a bit to the other’s will.

“that’s not too difficult. if you could just lead the way we can search right away for it,” vincent responds with a casual air, voice velvety && strong in a bind to boost the other’s confidence. perhaps if he were to allow the huufflepuff to lead then in turn it would make scattered words stitch themselves together. “the sooner the better correct?”

[crxfreya-blog]

Bookworms

@crvince

♦   One book after another, Freya scribbled down the dates they were brought back before stacking them onto the stack she organized so that it would be easier to put away later on. A sigh left her lips for her neck has been tilted down for quite some time now. Rubbing it gently to release the tension that had gathered around that area, she looks up to see that the library was pretty empty. There are days where it is slow in there and days where she’s busier than ever, today being the former type. 

After another stack was filled, she moved to place them on the cart. Counting the number of books before her to the books on record, she smiles as they matched. No more, no less, just the way she likes it. Now she doesn’t have to go through the extra trouble. When she turned around, she’s faced with a boy who just arrived at her desk. 

“Hi Vince, how have you been? Have you finished the last book I recommended to you?”

[crvince-blog]

          ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ voiced a quiet observation of how introverts are silent people who maneuver around the world like shadows. always there in appearance but never stepping into a world of conversations && colloquial monologues. however, the mistake there was simply never stopping the turns of time to listen to two bookworms speak. for with careful attention it becomes all too evident that they can continue for hours on end. Simply in the right setting && time when imagination && musings can flourish.

          ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴀɴᴛʟʏ surprising in one manner for him to be able to find someone. but perhaps the librarian && an alumnus of his house may be a reason for why he finds a small sense of ease in speaking with them. someone who shares his interest, someone who does not bother his space. simple things but in a school like this it becomes such a difficult thing to fulfill.

“     i have been well. and you?” he speaks with a languid unfurl of his arms which had been crossed over his chest. ”   i actually came to return it. i’m looking for a new suggestion now that i have finished it. it was extremely enjoyable. ”

[dvoyd]

self-loathing, do you mean

starvation

do you mean a hunger to eat yourself out of yourself

do you mean to feast, and devour, and gorge on things unrightfully yours

and to feel all the emptier for it?

—  autocannibalism  //  m.a.w

[crklaus-deactivated20181023]

THOUGHTS OF A FOOL ( @crvince )

the recent activity provided with dragons was one that would stay with him forever; where he nearly had himself lunch to a dragon. but overall it was a good experience, he was able to touch the beast without getting anyone killed. that was something to be proud of. where perhaps he should have learnt his lesson, to never do such a thing again; it would only motivate him within upcoming events- that he could do things like that without being murdered.

subsequently, it had him thinking about a lot of things. the main thought he couldn’t shake out of his brain: can dragons and donkeys produce dronkeys? yes, like the ones from shrek. because if it happened in shrek it could happen in real life. then he began to question whether they would be dragon or donkey size, there was no indication of this within the muggle movies therefore he could not rely on those for an answer. as if shrek was reputable for appropriate teachings.

[crvince-blog]

          ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʟᴏɴɢ day out brings a certain ache to muscles. vincent is not lazy, nor a couch potato, but his boy had always been so eager to craft itself delicately instead of hardening layers with each added injury && work of fatigue. it will always be his biggest enemy, ironic he has to turn on himself.

          ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴡʜʏ the time which cusps the end of the day becomes the slytherin’s favorite. limbs unwind on the couch, a warm brew on the table before him as he ponders what book to dissect for the evening. usually, the thoughts of flitting students lay ignored unless they warn him who he may have to face in an upcoming second. usually.

          ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ꜰʟᴀsʜ upwards when vincent hears a cursed word he would’ve never fathomed to chance upon in this short life. a dronkey. whatever shrek may be, it must be wretched enough to bring in the impossible. however, what may be worse is the boy believing the impossible to be possible.

“   different species can’t interbreed, “ vincent announces, frustration laced in his voice. a second later, the slytherin realizes his slip but he pretends otherwise, eyes gazing over at the boy with a solemn stare. “   you were talking aloud. very loudly too.”

[ongnable]

soft 🦊

[crxamelia-blog]

▹ the prank hero◃

@crvince | Sky

Her grip on Vincent’s wrist was strong and tight, her eyes were glued on the sky and her face was pale in horror. “It was a student, but I don’t know who!” She cries quietly, eyes finally moving to meet the boy’s. 

Amelia called Vince, one of the few students she actually considered as a friend, to help her out. Someone, somehow, trapped her little pig at the top of one of the hooped goals, at the Quidditch pitch. Some kind of mean prank, she thought. 

“You gotta get yourself a broom and grab her for me. You know I can’t fly… She must be scared!”

[crvince-blog]

          ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇssᴏʀ ʜᴀᴅ been a blaring siren the moment she came close enough for her musings to dance into vincent’s mind. the slytherin has always viewed her as someone who was never meant t keep her foot down on the ground for long. a person who stirs wind storms wherever she went. he would call it charming but moments like these things become a reminder of a nuisance instead.

          ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ her fault. vincent understands that much as he allows himself to be dragged over. eyes are unreadable in their brandy ocean but a careful glance will see how his eyes turn a shade darker.

“    my broom is back in my room,”  vincent states, mind shuffling quickly for a solution. “    i can try to borrow luke’s since he’s on the quidditch team.”

[crvince-blog]

crelijah·:

he sniffs his nose, and wipes his tears again. the scratches from the concrete was hurting as he stands in front the other boy. ‘how could he be so stupid to attempt to push the other as a prank? probably a ‘hello hey how are you!’ would have worked a lot better. elijah’s cheeks were bright pink from the embarrassment, and tears starts to fall down causing them to sting the scratches. 

he scrunches his nose for a minute or so before looking at the older boy, wiping his tears with the sleeves. at this moment, he thought of how he was acting and he realized how much of a crybaby he is. he decides to man up in case a certain someone might be passing by to see him crying at such a small thing. 

“no.” he squeaks loudly at the other, “of course i’m not! none of this hurts! not one bit.” 

          ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜꜰꜰʟᴇᴘᴜꜰꜰ's ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs are theatrical in their exaggerations. however, the understanding that the younger boy was actually serious at least until the moment he fell, makes the situation even more comical. mirth && a dose of pride quickly fills vincent’s chest. arms folded, ochre hues simply gaze downwards.

         ʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡs ꜰᴏʀ the silence to speak for him instead, the only thing which reveals vincent’s emotion is the wry upward quick of his mouth. it’s unlikely the other boy would notice when they have degraded into a bubbling mess. an unhygienic mess, he must also note as he takes one step back away.

❝ i see, ❞ vincent doesn’t see it at all, but he feels as if insisting otherwise would cause an immediate flare up. what would be more irritating than a crying brat would be an angry one attempting to defend himself over the impossible. ❝ well, i need to head to the nurse. but if you’re fine. a hundred percent healthy. absolutely healthy. then i suppose you won’t need to come. ❞

          ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʟɪᴇ.

[crjon]

ㅡ WALLFLOWER

[crvince-blog]

crjon·:

Hatred was a word reserved for one person. He stood across the room conversing happily with purebloods, presumably lying through his teeth. The typically accepting and kind-hearted Hufflepuff found it only appropriate to bestow someone deserving of the label. Had he been weaker, he would have called it too harsh. Had he been stronger, his fingers would have cracked through the delicate dish in his hand.

It overcame him until he overlooked the older boy he’d previously been conversing with. ( Oh, Jonathan. Where did your manners go? ) He snuffed out lingering nerves with a cheese croquette, though the spare crumbs nearly choked him on a sharp inhale. It never occurred to him that he was yet to tell him his name. An evening filled to the brim with meaningless meetings of people he would hardly see again was prone to make him forget. The handshakes and utterances of his own name became a blur.

It was, however, always refreshing to come in contact with people around the same age. Admittedly, Jonathan had never seen him–the stoic handsome young man that he was.  “Ah, sorry,” –he muttered through a cough and extended his hand after wiping it on a handkerchief– “It was rude of me not to introduce myself before… I’m Jonathan Jang. My father brought me to this party… Um… and you are?”

          ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɪᴛs. he watches. there are a assortment of people who glide across the floor. different faces, different names && yet at the end of the passing evening they all merge into one being for him. boring. mind all maneuver to one end, simply watching for something beneficial. even his parents who preach otherwise are easily lured in, only taking him a few climbs upwards in age for him to realize the hypocrisy. 

         ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ world of merging similarity,  the boy stands out already as something different. he is not  attentive to conversation, making effort to keep a seamless conversation like most. he is himself with thoughts that trail elsewhere. vincent follows the gaze with mild curiosity, though to string in conversation to something that looms with such repulse does not sound like the best introduction.

“     it’s of no issue, we all have our... pondering,”  he does not divulge further nor does he take the stranger’s hand. moments like these vincent wonders if it would be better off to simply wear a glove. however to not absolutely reject the other, he offers a nod of acknowledgement. “     i am vincent ko. brought over by my parents...i believe they were speaking to your father earlier actually. ”

[crmitsue-deactivated20181017]

『❀』初めの一歩

[crvince-blog]

crmitsue‌:

　            　　 (¸.·´ (¸.·’* (¸.·’* (¸.·’* (¸.·’* (¸.·’* *¨) .· ´𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌☆´¨) ¸.·*¨)　　

❝ Vincent, ❞ Mitsue’s mind conveniently shuffles over to another image of a male decked in red instead of green. Black hair that matches, though one is much longer than the other. But they showed the same sort of vibe at least. Eyes which seem to bore into the depths of the soul to absorb secrets they won’t leak. More than just secrets. Intimidating too.

          She dare says he’s handsome too, Mitsue was definitely going to find a way to sneak a photo of him in for her friends back at home. She could already imagine the chiitter chatter on Line, as she sends in the picture with a caption “Found a Bishonen, and he doesn’t come for a manga. Name is Vincent, seems to have the same vibe as Vincent Valentine. I wouldn’t call this a simple coincidence”.

❝ Thank you for offering to guide me around the castle, ❞ though she knows that he hadn’t offered to help her at all. Vincent had simply been hovering around the hallway at the wrong time, when the Professor had invited him over. It’s an all too familiar scene, the lack of a refusal in order to stay in good grace. Vincent is a good actor, he’s almost fooled her except that in the last minute she’s noticed how his smile had dropped slightly after. 

          But Mitsue wasn’t going to point that out, she’s heard of the reputation behind Slytherins.

❝ If I can offer something as gratitude, please let me know. ❞

I WILL FIND YOU IN THE SKY @crvince

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          ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ to the house of blue. interest has been completely lacking at first, just another person to soon swing away into dull memories. the professor introduced her as a year beneath, it would not be a different task to bend down to her once && offer cold shoulders if she were to call out to him again.

          ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ how her mind was not just a creation of floral like what many people seemed to try to be upon first meeting with him. Delicate, innocent, beautiful && the adjectives could go on in some twisted synonym. she reminded him more of a wild flower raised from cement, a trickster but not in the same manner as the lions or the snakes.

          sʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴡ. she just held an abundance of knowledge. whoever she was, she intended to use this information && experience as her weapon. he’ll see how it tumbles.

“    it’s nothing major in my day, you don’t need to worry about it, ” he hides the inward grimace with a printed smile, daring eyes to curve as if vincent actually intended to offer a genuine smile. if he could truly have his way, perhaps he would have laced a tease with his true words, asking for the gift of being left alone. however, a professor would know. there is still some face to save.

“　do you by any chance have your schedule on hand with you? it would make this touur much easier for us. “ much faster too.

[crvince-blog]

mountainous climb.

[crvince-blog]

crichigo·:

he’s slightly stressed about making himself look unprepared, or worse, just plain stupid, especially in front of The Vince (ichigo’s internal monologue demands that his name be capitalized just like that, in fact) so he tries to wipe the annoyed look off his face and instead make himself look like he knows what he’s doing.

after scanning the first couple questions, however, he’s a bit relieved to see that it’s not actually as hard as he initially thought. it’s some content they went over last week, and ichigo did do the proper reading, he just didn’t get a chance to be extra thorough in his studying, as he always crams before tests when he knows about them. it’s not that he cares that much about his academic career, he just dislikes the feeling of being inferior when his classmates do better than him. is that petty? yes, probably. he’s always been like that though, and it’s evidently a good enough motivator for him to actually do pretty well most of the time in class.

but ichigo is not used to taking tests in pairs, it’s a strange concept – his gaze slides over to vince when he mentions it, and he blinks twice. “oh. alright.” well… vince is pretty smart, right? at least ichigo didn’t get stuck with a stupid partner. what if i’m the stupid partner then- he thinks briefly, but he ignores it. it would be really embarrassing to mess up the first time he gets to team up with vince, though. he really wishes he’d known about this quiz so he could’ve studied.

he lets out a sigh, though his face doesn’t reflect any of this inner turmoil. he picks up his quill, rolling it once between his fingers before dipping it down to scrawl his name across the top of his paper. “let’s get this over with.” don’t mess this up, ichigo.

          ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs to the taut ropes of exam season, vincent had been quick to adjust since the early years. he immediately learns to shun the voices out as much as possible. many reasons, ambition && pride laid strong enough that even the trickling possibility of accidentally hearing another’s response sets him on edge. the human mind is always a place with the loudest distraction too.

         ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ꜰᴏʀ the sake of himself && maybe his partner too, he allows the fellow slytherin’s thoughts to dribble in. it’s not too far from what vincent expects but amusement runs high nonetheless. the subtle eagerness could be advantageous however if the thoughts stretch out for too long he thinks of the time which will soon vanish unable to be returned. vincent won’t allow for this.

“ we’ll be fine. don’t you do well in class? ” a rhetorical question slipping by only to lighten the atmosphere, become a footing for temporary amusement. “there are four essay questions. interesting, o you want to discuss them together one by one or should the two of us each write two drafts then have the other look it over?”

           ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ the quiet murmurs in the class. partially confusion for which vincent could not blame them. not even the suspecting would expect a team essay in a class like charms where the most activity come from actions.

[crvince-blog]

⭐️ ☎ 😙

「 ᴀɴ ᴏᴡʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ 」

once in a while, vincent acts as a double agent of sort to amelia. not about academics, but more about what a student may be like on a day by day basis. his focus often steers towards her cousins who end up sharing a similar social circle as him, but it can be anyone she may make an offhanded remark about. he’d take note, follow up with some information. it’s not about being the teacher’s pet either, it’s moreso because he views amelia as a friend that such a thing occurs.

Name: Milly Song           Just in case his phone is taken from him, he doesn’t want people to know he’s actively messaging the Muggle Studies professor.Ringtone: Default - Rhapsody in BluePicture: Princess Peach             Vincent doesn’t know if Amelia actually likes the character but Peach is pink and bright enough for him to quickly pick up the phone before anyone implores.Last Text Received/Sent:  ﴾ ✉️ • Milly Song ﴿ Friday 7pm? The challenge is accepted.

it is easy for the mind to forget when they meet up casually at hogsmeade, that to some people it is not a meeting between close acquaintances but a professor an student. it must also be a song family thing, he internally deduces, to be completely unpredictable. one second they are in a simple discussion, the next his cheeks are being squished to an extent that vincent cannot speak properly. he hears a gasp and immediately blocks himself from reading further into the mind of the owner of the voice. fingers wedge in between his cheeks and hand to at least allow himself to speak. 

❝ amelia is something going on? i assure you my cheeks are not squishy. ❞

[crvince-blog]

👋 , 😍 ,📱, 😙 , 😶

「 ᴀɴ ᴏᴡʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ 」

it’s unsurprisingly long so i’m putting it below the cut...

"sʟᴇᴇᴘ"ᴏᴠᴇʀs - once upon a time there would be three children sprawled out messily upon layers of blankets meant to ease their back against the carpeted floor. between their tussles and hogging of pillows, such a thing would not even be noticed. but more than the physical banter, it’s about the late night conversations. they were scolded in the morning for being unable to wake up on time, but it was worth it. with separate dorms the sleep overs are now a lot more difficult, but they will always find a way to find each other even when the moon rises high.

ʟᴏᴜᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ - vincent did not even know himself that he could laugh like this. he’s not ticklish, coupling that with skin that blemished purple easily certainly cut that out as a source of laughter. amusement makes him chuckle too, but nothing could beat the hearty laugh which erupts when nate causes a small explosion at the great hall that turns his hair a lovely shade of puke green. it’s never the best to laugh over misfortune and vincent promises this isn’t the only thing but there is something endearingly silly about nate which unleashes such joyous laughter.

sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs - vincent had believed since the early years that if humans were allowed to volunteer to head to space in the near future, nate would ditch hogwarts in no time. there hasn’t been a chance to prove it, apparently muggle technology didn’t move that quickly, but his knowledge and love of space for the galaxies far far away can only be attributed to the ravenclaw boy. also, lightsabers seem like a pretty handy thing.

❝ you’re asking me for three when i can’t even think up one? ❞ vincent teases but it is easy to tell from how his eyes soften considerably that if there were to be any problem it would be the exact opposite of what he proclaims. ❝ well first, i love how normal you are nate. and you may say normal is boring or you may say you don’t think you are. but you are the normal that anchors me down so i am not swept by my family affairs. my earth to ground me. ❞

he flashes a smile. ❝ and i also love that you will always be here. that you can call for me, i can call for you and we will be able to reach other right away. i’m not supporting rule-breaking but it always means a lot when you would sneak in to visit me. it is comforting to know there will always be someone there. and lastly hmm can i cheat and say i simply love you nathanial han? we’ve kown each other long enough that honestly it is hard to tell where one reason ends and another begins. so let me just say i love you. ❞

“nate i called you five times and you have yet to respond. are you asleep for once? please call me back when you can. i’m heading out to London today and wanted to ask if you wished to tag along but i don’t think you will be able to make it in time. text me anything you need and i’ll get it for you.”

with the incoming of summer, the courtyard contains an unusual warmth that vincent’s skin has certainly decided to reciprocate by sticking itself to the bench. the attachment of another person should be unwelcome, he hates the feeling of summer. but the slytherin would certainly hate the feeling of rejecting his friends even more. even if he is slightly suffocating, now doing an excellent job of covering almost all of his entire being like a blanket. the ravenclaw had been knocked over with the embrace, elbow crooking weirdly against the edge. it’s uncomfortable, but vincent doesn’t mind. instead he worms around, moving one arm so that one of them can snake behind his friends back to gently pat the other’s head. ❝ there there did you miss me? ❞

his other hand finds the ravenclaw’s wrist and strokes gentle circles onto it.

❝ something i wish i didn’t do...well earlier this morning i wish i didn’t stretch because i had no idea you were behind me. you said otherwise but i’m positive the smack hurt. i also know i have a bruise on arm now..is your eye okay? you’ve been dodging eye contact with me the entire day so. oh. i see. ❞

[crvince-blog]

📱, 👂, ☎

「 ᴀɴ ᴏᴡʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ 」

❝ peter, I hope you didn’t lose your pet spider recently because one of the first years just killed a spider in the slytherin common room and it looked around the same size as yours. looked like yours too, though i can no longer prove this for reasons you can try to guess.  ❞

❝ are we close?  ❞ not unexpected but it is still an odd question which he repeats as an echo of the girl who stands before him. even if he were to not enter the maze that is her mind, the slytherin can see the curiosity on her features as much as she attempts to veil it. he supposes, the gryffindor and him are like oil and water to the naked eye. an unexpected combination but not any stranger’s business. ❝ we are comfortable. if you actually attempted to converse with him, you will learn he’s not just a simply loud child. ❞

Name: Peter ParkRingtone: The cat and mouse.                Picture: The default.Last Text Received/Sent:  ﴾ ✉️ • Peter Park ﴿ There were multiple people asking me about you today. Do you have something to confess?

[crvince-blog]

⭐️,👂 , ✉ , 🌀

「 ᴀɴ ᴏᴡʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ 」

in the gale of pureblood politics, jonathan jang is a welcome calm. vincent is a person who purposely shrouds himself in mystery, secretive but if the hufflepuff were to ever actively discuss about the slytherin he will realize he actually knows more about the other boy than quite a few people. (but vincent has calculated that jonathan isn’t the type to spill such a thing which is exactly the reason why he has spoken more to the younger boy such as the fact that he’s a mind reader). vincent has decided to trust jonathan to a reasonable extend and so he has opened up a bit more. but it’s hard to tell that when the slytherin speaks words of secrecy in such a casual and veiled manner, slipping it in between layers of words.

❝ around this hour, you will probably find him at the cooking club teaching the members a new recipe, ❞ it’s a detail spoken casually by the slytherin, but those with deeper insight would most likely be quick to catch onto the anomaly, an implication that vincent had once hovered by the room before vanishing to return to his own things. a simple rustle of the wind. ❝ you don’t need to worry about bothering him. he doesn’t mind visitors, unless they happen to be a nuisance. which i hope you aren’t...or are you seeking to face a good-natured boy’s wrath? ❞

To Jonathan Jang,My parents have let it slip that your family will be attending the upcoming dinner. It is good to hear that you will be able to make it. I extend another invitation to you beforehand through this letter. While the parents are dawdling in their boring adult things, would you be interested in heading out with me to the greenhouse in the back? I believe few of mother’s plants are sick, but the gardener is unfortunately away on vacation currently.From Vincent Ko

❝ have you heard of the muggle game uno? ❞ as if on some silent cue to vincent’s voice, a small box appears out of thin air to lightly fall onto the table between the two of them. their outdoor plans have been unfortunately foiled by the rain, but the slytherin does not think being indoors would make anything less pleasant. but that would also depend on the other boy’s actions and what plays next. ❝ i was informed it would be a wonderful way to past time with companions. although, i did hear it may be fun with more people but i think we will do fine. do you wish to try? ❞

[crvince-blog]

whisper it to me.

[crvince-blog]

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❝ – we’re here, ❞ isla murmurs in relief when she spots the abundance of flowers. wanting to get it done as soon as possible, she breaks herself from the other two. a bad mistake. it all seems calm as first, but then the fog comes trickling in and suddenly she is staring at herself.

❝ – mother loves you dearly. ❞ it chides mockingly.

isla doesn’t respond, doesn’t even spare another glance as she runs back to the other two. ❝ – we have to go. please. ❞

but the thick fog won’t let them escape that easily.

          sᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ had no intention to be merciful towards the slytherin girl. perhaps he should have known better than to attempt to ask probability to samba with him. it was never a romantic thing, more focused on things that would tilt towards the most damage instead of the least. a simple gamble, of who would be first among the three if at all.

          ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀ voice inside. he could not quite call it that, it seems like something more beastly, a sixth sense that tells him to move towards her. it only takes a second, even less. two hands, one gently settles on the girl who has been caught in the traps of the flower && the other rests on the girl who may be a potential target. he forgets himself at that moment, offering the two of them a gentle squeeze not unlike the one he sends only two others.

“ you’ll be okay isla,” he speaks with a quietness reserved for the tenderness of the night, but also a firmness that instills itself as a hidden dagger meaning to reveal itself when all tilts towards danger. he always knew since the moment he first looked into those eyes, that there would be a day when the girl would have to face her inner demon.

          ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ not think he would be a part of it. once upon a time perhaps he would have worded it as a nuisance, but now he wants to be here with her && charlotte too. “we believe in you, even if you don’t believe in yourself.” he turns to the hufflepuff by his side. “right?”

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"this younger hufflepuff..." she tilts her head slightly, "this hufflepuff you speak of... wouldn't mind if you were late anyways, afterall! they will be understanding, they're a hufflepuff for a reason, right?" she continues to smile, "well it wouldn't take tooo long~ you know, let's grab a cup of tea. or preferably... some sweets and tea?" she hopes that the other would go with her to get some dessert and tea together.

❝ while you may be correct, ❞ if it were most hufflepuffs which have come to cross his path, then vincent would lean towards agreement. they wre all relatively easy going, maybe even too much at times but with all situations there are always people who defy the rules which have been outlined for them. ❝ this hufflepuff is special. he wouldn’t be as kind to you. ❞

if at all, the slytherin has seen the expression which danced on the small boy’s features when he noticed the presence of a certain girl. ❝ so tea time and dessert will have to be put aside. ❞

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she shook her head, "nope~ i dont have anyone else to bother, other than you~" her eyes sparkles and she smiles at him, "lets go on a date~ just me and you~"

❝ …you see, ❞ vincent is positive that a headache is starting to brew in his mind && not simply because of her blunt request but because he knows she is absolutely serious. which means that a simple refusal would be absolutely difficult here. even though it is the thing he desperately needs the most. keeping his hands still placed on her arms in case she acts out, the slytherin quickly builds an excuse on the spot. ❝ i have to meet one of the younger hufflepuff students soon so i won’t have any time for the rest of the day…and maybe week. ❞