taeyang grimaces at the question, hands shoving deeper into the pockets of his cloak as he tips his head back and sighs. “half-blood: pureblood mother, muggle father.”
how did their magic first manifest itself?
“I made toys move on their own as a child,” taeyang mused, rubbing his nose as fuzzy memories of chipped paint on toy cars and half chewed plastic cubes rolling about the floor on his command. “母は幸せになります; it made my mother happy.”
is their extended family composed entirely of magical blood?
here taeyang stood and turned around, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he approached the window and glared out into the darkening sky. “my mother’s family are a japanese pureblood house and very proud of this. my father’s family are made of several generations of middle class koreans that don’t believe in magic.”
what are their parents’ jobs?
“my mother is a dutiful wife.” his father is a construction worker that comes home to his second magical wife and new child taeyang can see it he can see it and he’s bitter but he lets go.
“9 inches,” taeyang hums, pulling said wand from his pockets to turn it over in his hands. it’s a muted ivory color with none of the finishing shine many wands have. almost like the maker didn’t get to finish the piece, the wand has groves and twists with no proper handle. “holly wood with a core of unicorn hair”
how long did it take a wand to choose them?
“when I entered the shop I knew where it was. I walked straight to the shelf and pulled out the box,” he sighs, spinning the wand around a finger. “彼は "奇跡"を言いました。but he was wrong, it wasn’t a miracle.”
if they were to attend a magical school besides hogwarts, which would they choose?
taeyang snorts, shaking his head and a wry grin on his face. “I wouldn’t have gone to a public school if not for the letter I got from here.”
which house were they sorted into and how did they feel during the sorting?
“ravenclaw,” taeyang says, eyes distance as he recalls his sorting. “I knew it would happen. I just felt irritated I was sorted along with a hundred first years for all the school to watch.”
how do they feel about their common room and dormitory?
“I miss my privacy but there’s silencing charms for when the other boys get too rowdy.”
do they get along with the rest of their house?
“I don’t talk to anyone. 一人でいるのが好き.”
did they bring a pet? If yes, what?
how often do they get packages from home?
he laughs at this, and doesn’t even bother answering properly.
have they ever gotten a howler?
“if my mother’s family ever figures out where I am they’re not the type for a public scolding.”
how well do they know the school (secret passageways, shortcuts, etc)?
there’s a teasing glint in his eyes as he turns around, running a hand down the side of a tapestry on the wall before flicking it aside and pressing a stone at just about the height of his hip. instantly, there’s a low groaning and a small section of the floor drops to reveal a stairway into darkness. “marauders map ain’t got shit on me.”
which class(es) do they do best in?
he frowns deeply, gritting his teeth as he mutters the answer. “divination.”
“I have outstandings in every course. I don’t slack off.”
are they the type to gain or lose their house points?
“I don’t gain much but I haven’t lost any.”
do they play on their house quidditch team? If yes, what position?
how good are they? do they have any rivals on the opposing teams?
do they earn detentions often?
what does their patronus look like?
he casts the spell in response to the question, long spools and swirls of silver shooting from his wand to gather into a sleek, striped cat that runs around the room before trotting up to taeyang’s feet and sitting next to them.
talk about a memory they’d use to conjure it:
“my father teaching me to ride a bicycle,” taeyang says quietly, picking his fingernails. it’s one of the only moments he ever shared with the man.
what does amortentia smell like to them?
“soap, burning wood and torn paper.”
“I can,” he says gravely, eyes closing as he rubs at his temples. so much death he’s seen that hasn’t happen but some has and it haunts him. what a gift.
what is their favorite flavor of every flavor beans?
if the triwizard tournament was held during their time at school, would they enter?
would they go to the yule ball? who would they ask?
‘no’ is on the tip of his tongue when he pauses, brows furrowing and the ever slightest of blushes tinging his ears. “well, if I was asked. maybe.”
one random headcanon you have?
