sweet creature.

𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 — you bring me home.

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peachblshes‌:

          she feels oddly out of place at this party, like she came somewhere she wasn’t completely sure she was supposed to be, like her mom would pop out at any second and scold her for being within sight of alcohol ( or maybe she wouldn’t, celia could never really tell her mother’s moods ). but she said that she wants to try new things, that she’s in her second year of school and she wants to experience things the way that she thinks she should — boldly and fearlessly, without previous inhibitions of what would happen or what if something went wrong. if she stopped thinking about it like that, it was almost kind of fun. and the moment she’s knee deep in the music and the mixed drinks and the people around her is the moment when she feels like she can enjoy it the most, but getting there is always there problem.

          “the roses are blooming really well this season!” she chats happily with a senior, looks at his face in an effort to deduce if he’s trying to get him for his girlfriend, in which case she would be happy to give him some of her prized flowers. “and i think—” celia is cut off abruptly, looking over to see who is grabbing her arm, gave traveling up to see him. “oh ezra um…” she looks around, gesturing casually. “i don’t know, probably the same reason you’re here? to be at a party?”

          she knows she’s not the most normal fixture for him when it comes to events like this, but she also didn’t think it would be so surprising. “then…why are you here?”

“because…” he scoffed, and then closed his mouth, unsure what to say. ezra has always been a fixture to these kinds of parties that at this point, it was unheard of if he didn’t show up at one. there was no other reason than he just wanted to have fun, most of the time by just getting drunk and letting loose. the thought of celia doing the same thing horrified him. “because!” ezra concluded as if it made sense. he shouldn’t have to explain himself. she, on the other hand, does.

“you shouldn’t be here, celia.” feeling conscious that everyone else was staring, he tugged at her sleeve to drag her to the still empty corner he had been previously. “shouldn’t you be back at the dorms? doing, i don’t know, anything but being here?” he didn’t like to think he was being overprotective but he always had a soft spot for celia. growing up without siblings meant that he was used to being the only child and caring about himself, but something about the younger spring witch had brought out brotherly instincts inside of him — one that he didn’t even realize he had in the first place. “this is not the crowd for you to be hanging around.” he motioned towards the party. was he being a hypocrite? perhaps, but it was for her sake more than his.

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optimistve‌:

.  • *  • . ✧ closed starter ┊ ezra !! — @ezrapng​

    it’s blistering this afternoon and the strong sunlight feels almost oppressive, licking at sunburned faces as the heat beats down and scorches the earth beneath her bare feet. the warmth coils around exposed limbs as though it’s the beginning of the summer solstice — though it’s barely the start of spring, but the SUMMER WITCH can’t find herself complaining. the beginning of warmer months sparked something within her that she couldn’t quite explain. seemed to breathe new life into the lusterless soul that had been subdued over the colder days. it was as though the colors had finally renewed and she saw the world in a flash of heated vividness. 

    the residents of the winter and autumn houses take refuge back inside the dormitories, but audette stands outside as though the boiling temperature does nothing to her fair skin. she beams as bright as the burning star overhead, having traveled barefoot the entire way down to the spring gardens. the usual routine is to spend her days there with celia, but she’s chosen instead to find another SPRING HOUSE student.

    “ hi ezra !! ” she says happily in greeting, waving her hands as the sparrow perched on her shoulders begins twittering. “ how are you today? how are the gardens going? oh — actually! i’m here to ask if there was a possibility that i could actually interview you! one of the columnists asked if i could interview someone from spring house on — what was it? oh, the latest news on what the spring house wants to do now that spring is in full swing! hey, that rhymed! ”

    the words come out in an excited flurry with laughter chasing soon afterwards. the FIRST YEAR smiles up at the older male, turning just for a moment to reveal a recorder she’s stashed away somewhere on her person. “ please say yes! you’re really knowledgeable on everything going on so i’d really appreciate it! please please please with a cherry on top! ”

ezra wasn’t sure what time it was. he had just woken up from a nap (one he liked to call his after class nap and a well-deserved one at that) and after staring at the wall for a good 10 minutes before his familiar decided to give him a good kick on the shins to get him going, he decided to take a trip down to the gardens to check on the flowers. with spring season in full bloom, he was happy to find almost everything he planted flourishing under his care and it made him proud to see the gardens looking alive and not knee-deep in snow for once. 

he didn’t have the chance to step out of the house before he was stopped by someone, no, not just someone — audette, to be specific. the summer witch never failed to bring a smile to his face, mostly because her energy was too infectious to ignore and although some might consider it annoying, ezra only found it entertaining. “hi, audette.” was the only thing he was able to get in before she began talking excitedly, earning an amused chuckle from him. 

“are you sure you want to interview me, of all people?” he raised an eyebrow once he realized what she was asking him for. he was never one of great importance in the academy, preferring to stick to his own corner with his close circle of friends. if he had to be known for anything, then it would have to be for being one of the (many) potheads from spring house and that was it. surely, that isn’t enough to warrant an interview for the arcane tribune. “i can find junko for you instead. i’m sure she’s around here somewhere. she probably has a lot to say, with the whole spring equinox thing.” he gestured towards the gardens before looking back at the living room to find the head of the house.

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supercutts‌:

          SHE  KNEW  THE  CHANCES  OF  him  turning  her  down  were  very  slim,  but  becomes  excited  anyway  when  he  said  yes.  jules  hands  him  one  of  the  brownies  and  quickly  goes  to  unwrap  her  own.  (  she  was  also  kind  of  hungry  so  this  is  killing  two  birds  with  one  stone  for  her.  )  ❛  i  know  i  can  be  kind  of  a  deadbeat  sometimes,  but  i  can  be  useful  when  i  have  to  be.  ❜  the  autumn  witch  finally  frees  the  treat  from  its  plastic  prison  and  bites  into  it.  ❛  later  i  was  thinking  we  could  get  something  to  eat,  because  god  knows  i’m  gonna  get  the  munchies.  ❜  she’s  trying  to  be  proactive  and  planning  ahead  !  ❛  you  down  ?  ❜ 

“mmm,” he let out a happy sigh as he took a big bite of the brownie. it’s times like this when he was grateful to have a friend like jules, who just so happened to know where to get these kinds of things. not only did it helped put him to ease, but it also satisfied his cravings too. well, for now. “i’m always down! maybe we can sneak into the kitchens? i know a shortcut.” he grinned, suddenly feeling exhilarated at the mere thought. “i heard they’re making creampuffs and mousse cake, which sounds nice if i think about it. should we go there right now? i’m kind of feeling thirsty too.”

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rosehvney‌:

                   the  sound  of  the  door  knob  rattling  just  before  the  door  opens  is  like  music  to  her  ears.   a  grin  graces  her  lips  as  she  stares  at  him  intently.   “   i’m  just  very  persuasive.   who  could  say  no  to  me  ?   ”   she  bats  her  eyes  at  him,  before  sliding  past  him  to  enter.   once  inside,  she  surveys  his  room  briefly,  eyes  eventually  settling  on  his  familiar.   she  winks  a  hello.  amora  feels  him  link  their  arms,  and  she  turns  to  face  him.   “   you  ought  to  do  some  spring  cleaning.   i  can  help,  you  know.   but  anyway,  that’s  tomorrow’s  problem.   tonight  we’re  going  to  clubbing  !   it’s  70′s  night,  how  perfect  is  that  ?   ”    she  can  hardly  contain  her  excitement.   amora  steps  away  from  him  and  removes  her  coat,  revealing  a  70′s  themed  outfit,  then  hangs  it  over  the  back  of  a  chair.   “   you  need  to  change,  though,  or  we’ll  look  totally  out  of  place.   oh,  and,  i  brought  some  eyeliner  and  glitter,  if  you’re  down  for  some  makeup  !   ”   she  gleams  at  him,  then  shuffles  towards  his  closet  to  find  an  outfit  she  deems  acceptable.   she  rummages  through  his  clothing  before  settling  on  pants  and  a  button  down  shirt.   “   leave  the  top  three  buttons  unbuttoned,  ”   she  instructs,  tossing  him  the  clothes.   leaving  him  to  change,  she  escorts  herself  to  his  bathroom  to  examine  herself  once  more.   the  spring  witch  was  practically  drenched  in  glitter.   she  was  clad  in  a  pink  sequined  halter  neck  dress  (  which  she  had  found  at  a  thrift  store  sometime  around  last  halloween  ),  paired  with  white  go-go  boots  ending  just  under  the  knee.   her  eye  makeup  was  a  colorful  mess  of  glitter  and  eyeshadow,  and  she  wondered  how  long  it  would  take  to  wash  the  sequins  out  of  her  hair.   “  ready  ?   ”   she  calls  through  the  door  that  separates  them.

ezra smiled sheepishly at the mention of spring cleaning, rubbing the back of his neck. he supposed he should have cleaned up a little, but he didn’t expect a visitor so late at night either. but before he could say anything, there was a flurry of movement and suddenly amora was standing in front of him dressed up like the 70s — glitter and all.  was her dress shining or was it just the moonlight reflecting off her? he couldn’t tell. “uh…okay?” was the only thing he managed to utter coherently, his mouth still gaping open, before amora tossed him his clothes and went off to the bathroom, the door shutting close finally bringing him back to reality. turning around to look at orion who seemed just as amused as he was, ezra chuckled. “this is going to be an interesting night, huh?” the brown hare nodded, urging him to move quickly.

it didn’t take long for him to change into the clothes amora chose, quickly buttoning the shirt he rarely ever wore besides important events, opting to go for a simple t-shirt on the daily. he made sure to leave the first three unbuttoned as instructed and after a quick look in the mirror to make sure he didn’t have a bad case of bed hair, he opened the bathroom door to show amora his change of clothes. “yeah i’m ready. should i put on some glitter too?” he looked at the spring witch once again with a raised eyebrow, the sequins in her hair was hard to miss. he seemed severely underdressed compared to amora who was practically glittering.

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springgoat‌:

—— “thanks!” frida replies, going back to take the shoes offered. she supports herself on his shoulders instead of kneeling down to put on the sneakers. “how are so hangover, though?” she asks the warlock, a smirk hanging on her lips smugly. frida has this weird ability to literally drink her weight in alcohol and not get hangover, which means most of the times she wakes up feeling peppy and ready for almost anything — which is just sort of annoying. —— the witch looks around, scanning the room and trying to get a feel for it. “i’m pretty sure this is the autumn dormitory, but i could be wrong”, she takes a few steps in the direction of the door, making sure not to step on anything, “getting back to spring without getting caught is going to be hell”. it’s still going to be easier than if it were winter, that is a straight out fact. frida looks back at ezra, happy not to be alone — she tells him as much: “at least we’re together, right?”. —— somewhere inside her mind, the witch wonders how did they even end up there if none of them recognizes the dorm. “i swear what i don’t get in headacher and what-not, i get in memory loss. i have literally no recollection of last night after ‘drunk jenga’” she admits with a chuckle.

“some people aren’t born lucky with high alcohol tolerance, frida.” ezra deadpanned before chuckling, shaking his head. he wasn’t a lightweight, but he definitely had his limits and he was sure he reached it multiple times the night before if his throbbing headache was anything to get by. did he envy frida’s ability to wake up without a hangover? constantly. especially when he feels like shit, and the witch still looks put together than he does on a normal day.

scratching his head as he looked around for what he thinks is his fifteenth time that morning, he still can’t seem to deduce whose place it was. the stranger on the bed was unrecognizable and it was clear he had never talked to the guy before, or his memory was just really bad. “i hope you’re right, because i would take the autumn house over winter any day. their head is scarier.” 

following frida’s steps, he walked towards the door, his heart softening at her words. he wasn’t a sap but he liked it when people acknowledged his presence. “yeah, at least we’re together.” ezra repeated with a fond smile before furrowing his eyebrows. “we played drunk jenga? fuck, even i can’t remember that.” shaking his head, he turned open the doorknob and with one last glance behind to make sure that he hadn’t woken anyone else up, he stepped outside. “let’s go out from the back door, if this is the autumn dorm, then there’s a shortcut through the cemetery.” 

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holyterraiin‌:

majority of rosa’s time spent working at the library consists of putting away books, helping students with what they’re looking for, applying late fees and catching students in a make out session in between shelves. her time and energy was being consumed by horny students that can’t seem to contain themselves in a public space surrounded by dusty books and sacred archival documents. her eyes narrow at a boy she sees in the library once every blue moon. was his name eric? fez? something like that. he better not bring along a partner to cuddle up with or she’s shutting the library down for the rest of the evening to drink wine and take an edible before passing out.

and so she approaches him, better to ask why he’s here rather than the deed actually happening later. “sh–” she hits his head with a book. “you’re too loud – what’s that smell?” she sniffs a few times, looking at him suspiciously. “come here–” she drags him into the librarian office. only those who work at the library are permitted access, but none of the helpers are here today and the head librarian is out doing a research project. “where is it, i need a hit.” 

he should have seen it coming. as soon as the book hits his head, ezra could only let out a loud ‘ow!’ before he was being dragged away, his eyes searching furiously for any of his friends, acquaintances, to signal for help but instead was met with the sight of everyone else nose deep in a book, oblivious to what was happening around them. if only he could turn back time and chose the gardens, instead of the library — he wouldn’t have been in this situation at all but leave it to ezra to constantly make bad decisions.

within seconds, they arrived at the librarian office, one he recognized immediately after a night of sneaking in. ('for fun,' he remembered, but then realized there was nothing there but even older books and dusty shelves. it had been a disappointing night, to say the least. he had hoped for a secret tunnel somewhere.) 

rosaline’s words immediately snapped him out of his thoughts, almost sending him into shock. he had expected to be reprimanded or something even scarier, but definitely not that. the former head of the house always intimidated him, as if she could send him away with a snap of her fingers at any moment, hence why he would always avoid crossing paths with her. and yet here she was, asking if he had a joint with him like it was the most normal thing to do. ezra wondered if he was hearing her right, and like a fool, he stared at her for a few minutes before realizing he needed to speak. “you need a what now?” 

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vvitchisms‌:

    diantha stares up at the festering boughs, rotting to the point of collapsing and laden with the stench of decay. it’s not a farfetched notion — somewhat unlikely and unconvincing, but not one that was implausible. she often assumed that calamities came at the hands of demons, but it wasn’t impossible to imagine that someone from another house could have been responsible. it’s been a considerable amount of time since someone has played the heavy, but persecuting the AUTUMN PREFECT has become somewhat of an avocation for those in opposing houses. admittedly, those who flourished underneath the summer solstice seemed to be the catalysts, but even some of her own house at times thought to break off a piece of mischief. 

    but she still isn’t entirely convinced that it could have been the work of witches or wizards alone. she has made sure that she had planted the seeds in the furthest depths of the cemeteries, hidden from the wandering eyes of other houses and even concealed from the more weak-hearted members of her own. someone would be going to great lengths just to cause her misery and misfortune. normally, they just tried to push her down the staircases wanting to see if a WITCH always landed on their feet.

    “ but no one knows the tree has been planted here, ” she says after a few heartbeats, watching as the male reaches down and smooths his hands over the undergrowth. something akin to guilt floods the ebony-haired woman — she might have been anomalous, even by an autumn witches standards, but she wasn’t deprived of emotions. she truly had done her best to take care of the tree that ezra had so kindly gifted. she had even made sure to give it great tenderness and care while under her watch, sneaking away from her duties as prefect here and there to spend time with the sapling.

    the winged creature perched upon her shoulder begins to chirp once more, as though lamenting the loss of the perennial plant and it’s produce. “ i’m … really very sorry, ezra … ” the words leave her mouth softly, barely above a whisper and the fact they sound so genuine and apologetic might be the strangest thing. diantha is an unusual witch by far and even her speech reflects such things, but for once she sounds just like someone who’s disappointed they’ve let their friend down. “ maybe it’s just not meant to be … ” another pause. “ demons really detest anything that is vivacious and so full of life. it’s no wonder it couldn’t last here among the dead… truly, it had to have been ASMODEUS and OSMODEUS. ” 

    and in the blink of an eye, the unusual witch has returned — nodding her head with conviction, knowing very well that the cause of this decomposition had to be from otherworldly creatures and not her own accidental negligence.  

it’s rare for ezra to be disappointed with someone, mostly because he was used to people being disappointed at him, not the other way around. even so, he couldn’t find it in him to blame diantha for the unexpected outcome. the younger witch was clearly not at fault here, he was the one with the speciality in herbology after all. he could have done better. “no, no, don’t apologize!” he stood up as soon as he heard her words. it was so soft that if it hadn’t been for the lack of noise in the cemetery beside the howling wind, he wouldn’t have caught it in between his silent mourning. “i should have given you some fertilizer the other day, it could have help avoided this.” but it was too late now, he thought with a sigh. 

“you’re still a beginner, this kind of things... it happens.” he reassured her (and himself) as he stared idly at the rotten branches. the number of times he had stumbled upon other witches and warlocks with their wilted plants was countless at this point, but it doesn’t mean it hurt any less than before. diverting his attention back at the autumn prefect next to him, he was suddenly reminded of the purpose of her bride dress-up, all feelings of gloom replaced with wary as he stared at her. the conviction that diantha has regarding the demons being the ones responsible was almost believable, if ezra wasn’t so terrified at the thought of meeting either of them. (although he would never admit it out loud, he wasn’t a scaredy cat — not externally, anyway.) 

“even if it is their fault, i don’t think it’s wise to do the thing that you’re planning to do.” ezra spoke slowly, uncertainty clear in his voice as he held his hands up to carefully touch the veil she had on her before letting it slip through his fingers. “why don’t we go back to the house instead?” smiling wide, he tried his best to look convincing enough. “it’s getting cold anyway.” which was a big fat lie, considering winter has passed for a while now with spring taking its place. still, he couldn’t help but shiver as he looked around the dead (literally) place. the cemetery has always given him the jitters. it doesn’t help that they were so far away from the autumn house that a part of him wished orion was there with him, but the familiar insisted on staying behind.

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rosehvney‌:

♡ . *  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ╱   @ezrapng​

                   she  feels  electric  tonight,  as  if  everything  she’s  ever  wanted  is  at  her  fingertips.   it  is  easy  for  her  to  become  uninspired,  and  she  knows  this.   it’s  why  she  must  seize  her  euphoria  while  it  lasts.  luckily,  she  knows  just  how  to  do  it,  and  who  she  needs  to  accompany  her.   if  she  really  thought  hard  about  it,  maybe  it  was  strange  being  such  close  friends  with  someone  she  was  once  so  intimate  with.   her  first  love.   you  never  forget  your  first  love.   but  over  time,  it  got  easier  to  be  friends  again.   they  were  always  so  good  together  before  the  romance,  anyway,  and  she  has  come  to  realize  that  genuine  connections  don’t  come  into  your  life  that  often.   when  you  find  one,  you  have  to  do  everything  in  your  power  to  keep  it  in  your  life.   and  so,  she  finds  herself  walking  the  familiar  path  to  ezra’s  apartment.   the  quiet  night  is  full  of  possibility.   she  has  a  bounce  to  her  step,  and  her  eyes  face  forward  with  determination,  until  finally,  she  finds  herself  at  his  doorstep,  ready  to  explode.  but  she  doesn’t,  instead  she  knocks  twice.   the  late  hour  has  never  stopped  her  from  bothering  him  in  the  past,  and  tonight  is  no  different.   for  a  moment,  she  wonders  if  maybe  he’s  asleep,  but  she  shrugs  the  thought  away  quickly.   she  needs  him  with  her.   amora  knocks  again,  this  time  harder.   “   i  know  it’s  late,  but  i’m  feeling  so  inspired  and  alive.  so  what  i  mean  is  that  we  need  to  go  to  the  human  world  right  this  instant.   and  i  absolutely  will  not  take  no  for  an  answer   !   ”   she  speaks  into  the  door.

it isn’t until the second knock when ezra finally jolts awake, his neck sore from sleeping at the study table. he had been reading up on a new (exciting) development for a fungus that he hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep. “it’s late, isn’t it?” he looked at his familiar who was lying adorably at one corner of his bed, his ears laid flat. ezra suppressed the urge to coo at the brown hare (he wouldn’t be pleased, he could tell) and instead made his way towards the door, almost tripping over a bunch of clothes and books littered across the floor. “fuck, i really need to clean up my room. — yes, orion, i will make sure to actually do it this time around.” he glared at his familiar when there was another knock, startling the both of them. the voice that followed after made ezra grinned, who could recognize it anywhere in a heartbeat. “when do you ever take no for an answer, ami?” he replied as soon he opened the door, taking in the sight of the fellow fourth year at his doorway. it’s not unusual to find her there, or for him to end up at hers either, their random escapades going back as far as first year. it’s how they became close until feelings were involved, but that’s something ezra liked to push to the back of his mind, choosing to focus on the now than what happened in the past. looping his arm through amora’s, a surge of excitement ran through him as he smiled down at her. he was never one to say no to a little adventure. “did you have a specific place in mind?”

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vvitchisms‌:

          closed starter × @ezrapng​     the boughs are laden with rotten produce, twisting like contorted bones and writhing in a silent scream. commodities that had been the remunerate of a strenuous trudge through the cemeteries now nothing more than moldering flesh that not even the apparitions would touch. the vibrant tinge has long since faded, leaving the rinds to decompose while still attached to the branches. it’s a shame — a misfortune that the two of them have stumbled upon, but it’s not all that surprising. catastrophe seems to cling to the AUTUMN WITCH like a tongue to turpentine. 

    “ … pity … ” the words leave her mouth, but the sound is a far cry from distressed. slightly disappointing, but nothing lamentable. it’s as though she hasn’t been surprised in the least by the turn of events. and truthfully, diantha wouldn’t be — it’s been weeks since the apple trees had fallen victim to this state. but she still had some hope in that morbid heart of hers that the fruit might have grown vibrant once more, if only to show the male and nothing more. “ and we were so looking forward to showing you the fruits of our labor … ”

    the winged creature perched upon her shoulder clicks mournfully, burrowing into the white veil billowing down the length of her side. where she’s managed to find the material is a mystery, but why she’s wearing something suited for a wedding is truly the question. but ezra won’t have to wait long for an answer — perhaps unluckily for him. 

    “ even after all the advice you’ve given us … i’m sorry you have to see the trees this way … we have tended to them as you’ve instructed, but this is the result … it looks like my father’s assumptions were correct … ” she heaves the smallest of sighs, tilting her head back to look at the male with the most sorrowful face. “ it seems that ASMODEUS and OSMODEUS must have plagued these plants … but not to worry … my father recently wrote me and gave me some wonderful advice … why not lure the two who are hellbent on destroying marriages and creating destruction by being a bride myself ? ” 

    the fact that the DEMONS in question didn’t normally haunt apple trees as well as the certainty that she might have thrown nightshade onto them in an innocent attempt to help them grow quicker a few weeks prior is lost on her — after all, she’s in no position to question anything. 

it’s always a tragedy whenever a plant dies or wilts, even more so when he’s responsible for them. or in this case, had been the one to provide the seeds in hopes that diantha would be able to grow her own apple tree. although a part of him knew better than to put high expectations on a successful growth from anyone that isn’t from the spring house, he definitely did not expect the tree to turn out like this: rotten, decomposed and unmistakably dead. oh, how ezra could almost feel the suffering of the poor tree. 

turning to the witch next to him as she spoke, ezra tried his best to wrap his head around her words. “is that why you’re wearing a veil? so you could attract the demons? is that safe? where did you even get the veil — you know what, that’s a question for later.” he shook his head, unsure where to even begin. diantha was a rather strange witch, different from the friends he has in autumn house (and those kids have ghosts in their backyard) but rather than being terrified of her, ezra finds himself getting used to her peculiarities. sure, she’d given him dead flowers once, but he likes to think it’s the thought that counts. at least she didn't give him any petunias.

as he crouched down to feel the roots with his fingers, ezra pursed his lips in thought. how did it come to this? last time he checked (which now that he realized, had been weeks ago), it was growing splendidly and he was adamant that the younger witch follows his every advice. he was looking forward to the ripe apples even. something must have gone wrong in-between and he was determined to get to the bottom of it, without resorting to diantha calling some demons he would rather not meet over a dead tree. "could someone have possibly poisoned the tree? the cause of this doesn't seem to be from lack of water, or sunlight." he touched the roots once more with a heavy heart before looking up at her, trying his best to mask his disappointment.

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* ( maia vera / @goldcnhevrted )

when it comes to making friends, ezra was, by no means, exceptional at it but he liked to think he’s good at finding common ground. most of the time, it’s by getting high together, a method which has yet to let him down for the past four years in the academy, and it’s exactly how he ended up in an empty classroom with a bag of fresh weed in his hand, as he grinned at maia. he had made sure that the room was unoccupied before sneaking in, knowing fully well that there won’t be any classes there for the rest of the day. (if his hunch was correct anyway.)

“ladies first.” he pushed the bag towards maia’s direction before plopping himself down in the chair opposite her. he didn’t want to get high alone — it gets awfully lonely at times  — hence why he asked the summer witch to join him. it’s definitely not because he wanted an excuse to spend more time with her, even if he felt a little overjoyed that she didn’t turn down his offer. “you going to the party tonight?”

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* ( cho yuna / @medallicns )

it constantly blows ezra’s mind away when it comes to the innovations that humans could come up with. magic has always been a part of him that he couldn’t imagine not doing things without it and yet somehow they live so easily with nothing but their creations. so of course and to no one’s surprise, he couldn’t resist smuggling some of them back to the academy. most of them as souvenirs while others were often dropped into the hands of a certain fourth year, knowing fully well that she would find more use for it than he would. “yuna!” he yelled across the courtyard once he spotted the winter witch before running towards her, ignoring the looks from the other students there. first, because he couldn’t come up to her like a normal person and second, because he was carrying around a suspicious-looking item — one they have never seen before. “look what i brought!” ezra beamed brightly standing in front of her, continuing with a much quieter voice now that people were staring. “they call it a mini rice cooker! apparently, it cooks rice using electric, which is amazing considering how small this is.” there’s a tone of amazement underlying his voice as he lifted the thing up to her eye level. “cool, right?”

[tswoondere]

nose scrunches ⸜( ˙˘˙)⸝♡

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springgoat‌:

—— frida feels this madding urge to laugh bubbling inside of her; it is not surprising that it’s her and ezra in a situation like this. “that’s the problem!” she tells him in as low a volume as she can, “i have no idea who that guy is” point at said man, “or where we are!”. finally, the nervous laughter that was threatening to slip past her lips does and frida can’t help but contemplate why her body has the weirdest responses to stress. —— the witch gets up, trying to get ezra to do the same. “let’s get out of here, loser” she tells him, still chuckling. the room they are in is a maze of books, to-do laundry and red cups; not to mention four other people sleeping. “i’m not sure how or why, but this is your fault” frida says while looking for her heels. do i really need them? well, i have no idea how far from spring we are and going back home barefoot can be humiliating, she reasons with herself. “fuck, i have no idea where my heels are” the witch comments absent-mindedly.

ezra couldn’t help but laugh along with her, the hilarity of this whole situation finally dawning on him. of course he would end up in a stranger’s bedroom after a night of partying, but at least he wasn’t alone. it felt somewhat fitting that frida would be with him, the other witch often being an accomplice to his shenanigans. “hey! this could just be your fault as it is mine!” he pouted. standing up wasn’t an easy feat as the headache hit him in full force, making him stumbled. “ugh, remind me to beg daphne for one of her hangover cures. and to never let me drink more than i could handle again.”

he couldn’t tell which house the room belonged to and a part of him dread bumping into a prefect on the way out. his mind works extremely slow on a hangover and he wasn’t sure if he could come up with the best excuses if needed to. guess he has to depend on frida to save both of their asses. “here,” ezra pulled off the sneakers he was wearing. “just wear my shoes. it wouldn’t be my first time walking back to the spring house barefoot.”

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* ( rosaline oh / @holyterraiin )

contrary to popular belief, ezra has stepped foot into the spring library before. most of the time, it was for late minute studying where he would cramp as much knowledge as he could before the big day, but other than that, it had some great napping spots, especially whenever his room was a mess and he couldn’t exactly see the top of his bed anymore. today, however, brought a different reason in mind: he wanted to borrow a book. now that it’s his favourite time of the year and his abilities have considerably heightened, it was an opportunity for him to improve his herbology skills, even if it isn’t necessarily taught. he wasn’t ambitious by any means, he just so happened to be bored on this uneventful tuesday afternoon. (and his stash was getting low, too.)

as soon as he entered the spacious room, ezra searched the place for any sight of frida who should be around as a library helper (and one of the other reasons he came: to bother her). but instead of the third year, he ended up coming face-to-face with the one person he would have avoided by all means: the librarian assistant. “oh, hi! i mean... high? no, i’m not high.” what the fuck, ezra cringed, wanting nothing more than for the floor to swallow him whole at that moment. 

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* ( celia moon / @peachblshes )

truth be told, ezra was starting to get bored of the party he was in. the drinks were downright awful, he lost track of the friends he had come with and he didn’t feel particularly chatty to keep up the conversations. but the night was still young and he was never one to leave a party early so he decided to seclude himself in an empty corner, lazily taking sips of the horrible booze they had offered — junho takes the cake when it comes to hosting parties at this point — while watching his fellow batchmates make a fool of themselves in front of their peers. if he had been in a better mood, he wouldn’t have hesitated to join them.

as he scanned the room again for any of his friends, his eyes fell on a certain girl in particular. something about her was familiar, which wasn’t surprising, as he could recognize almost everyone at the party, with most of them being frequent partygoers and thus, ran in the same circle. but she was different. she definitely did not belong in the party scene, for one, which made her stuck out like a sore thumb to ezra and it wasn’t until he had to squint real hard (maybe his glasses was in desperate need of a fix) did he realize who it was.

for a moment, he wondered if it was possible to have a heart attack right there and then. it couldn’t be the younger spring witch who he always stumbled upon in the corner of the spring house giving lame names to plants, and yet there she was, in flesh and blood, at a party. of all places! without even realizing it, he had found himself in front of her, tugging on her arm. “what are you doing here, celia?” ezra hissed.

[distinguishedbaloney]

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springgoat‌:

—— instead of waking up to the bucolic energy of the spring dormitory, frida finds herself in an unknown location face to face with a complete stranger. her first response is to scream, but she stops herself before the act comes to fruition, scared of waking the other person. rather, the witch tries to get up making as minimum noise as possible and ends up spotting ezra sleeping on the ground near the bed. immediately, frida goes to him, shaking the warlock while pleading “wake up, wake up!”. —— however the spring born tries to remember the events of the night before, nothing come up. she gets the frightening impression of making out with someone and instantly checks if all the people in the room are clothed (they are). “ezra, for fuck’s sake, i swear if you don’t wake up right now…” frida tells the figure in front of her, “please, i have no idea where we are!” she whispers vigorously.

he could already feel the terrible headache coming as he opened his eyes with a groan. it didn’t help that the shaking made it much worse and he had half the mind to curl up into a ball and simply ignore frida, if she hadn’t sounded so agitated. “what are you rambling about?” he mumbled sitting up, adjusting his glasses that was sliding off his nose. it must be his luck that he didn’t manage to break them while sleeping.

blinking slowly, he looked around the room before looking back at frida, trying to comprehend the situation they were in. what was she saying again? something about not knowing where they were? they were obviously at- and then it hit him. he couldn’t finish the sentence. the unknown person on the bed. the unfamiliar sight of the room. this was not the spring dormitory. shit. “wait, where the fuck are we? and who the hell is that?” ezra pointed towards the bed, the panic slowly settling in.