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fancy a good smoke? 7 / gry / beater

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[grycamille-blog]

ooc; 10/24

putting camille and raphaël on hiatus. meanwhile, i’ll still be popping in and out of the dash and i’m still up for plotting anytime.

meanwhile, apologies to those i owe replies/starters to. work has been really busy and i haven’t been in the best of health, but i’ll be back real soooooooon

and i’ll just plonk my tracker here as well~

starters for: peach, jeriah (i feel like there are more but i forgot, please send me a message to let me know!)

[loulachka]

[eli-puff-deactivated20180119]

Havana Nights || eli/cami (pp)

Eli looks down at his drink, warming in his hands. There’s a shots worth of firewhiskey mixed in there somewhere, hidden beneath layers of soda, and yet, already he can feel the dulling of his senses. Around him the room is moving in and out of focus as his attention switches: the lights dim, the steady thrum of bass strings into one note, and the people around him are fading.

But, Eli didn’t come out here to waste his night, drinking by himself in the corner.

In fact, he is sure he came here with some friends, looking for a good time.

So, with that thought in mind, he puts his drink aside and shifts his eyes towards the gathering crowd of dancing bodies. Beyond them, he can spot the people he knows, huddled together in some well-lit corner, and looking like they’re having fun spread out on some couches.

He smiles as he easily makes his way towards them—the height he’s gained at his age being the main advantage.

“Eli! We were wondering where you went, bud.”

“Thought you had passed out in the corner.”

Various greetings are thrown his way and Eli’s smile grows even brighter. Dimples out, he chuckles lightly because he knows—as well as everyone else—that he’s a terrible light weight and a very easy-to-lose drunk.

“I think I’ve had enough for now—excuse me.” He replies simply, squeezing as much as he can between bodies so he can sit down on the couch. He fits, but it’s tight. That’s when he notices her, sitting across from him in a chair.

First, it’s because she’s not one of his friends, he’s sure of that. But, mainly it’s because he’s the first thing his eye catches when he’s comfortable in his chair.

He can’t help the way his head curiously tilts as he stares at her.

“Have we made a new friend while I was gone?”

[ @grycamille ]

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she’s pretty sure her friends are either too wasted to function (she glances at the body sprawled at the corner of the house), or have disappeared entirely. the red cup in her hand is almost empty, and the bass of the music still steadily makes its way around the room, into her ears. it was almost like a college party. 

most of the people are either too old or too young. camille spots the assistant from the wand shop, a couple of boys from durmstrang (she eavesdrops,) vacationing in scotland (aggressively flirting, she notes). almost getting up to get a refill, she stops when she spots a filled cup a couple of inches away from her. 

“don’t drink anything unattended,” recall of the pact that her friends and herself made prior to entering the party. 

“fuck it,” she thinks to herself. there are loads of people, even the woman she met a couple of weeks back from another event. they were familiar people, no one would do shit.

it takes her less than five minutes before the cup is empty again. she groans and cocks her head backwards. the alcohol was really starting to hit her, and her attention shifts in and out of focus. 

god she can’t be getting shitfaced drunk now- she had friends to take home.

the bass gets louder, and her heart pounds against her chest. deciding to remain seated, she tries to get herself to sober up. “you have five minutes,” she commands herself, “then you’re taking your friends home.”

muffled complains and noises she can’t make out find its way into her ears, and she snaps her head up just to see what the mini commotion is about. eyes meet and she allows her gaze to linger a little longer, before quickly darting away and staring back at her dead (shitty battery) phone.

[hyelims]

[prof-jaehyo-deactivated20161220]

Don’t Sleep So Much

Jaehyo had his troublesome students, of course. Camille was a bit of that, but she did get good marks so he never really bothered much. He knew that teachers would still have to reprimand students like her for sleeping too much in class and all. Oh well, he’s not even going to scold her but use this as another excuse for tea time with others from the school.

Looking around, he saw that all was set perfectly and that Sir Herring was impolitely lying on the shelf and snoring away. Doc Heinrich was also taking a nap, claiming the floor and positioning himself similar to that of a dog’s. Mr. Ox and Miss Jackson had decided to introduce their new friend, Otis the colourful (literally, he had four colours for his hair and a strange case of heterochromia ), sporadic man. 

So he sat there, humming a whimsical tune as he waited for his stiudent to come in. Hopefully she’d arrive before the tea gets cold.

[grycamille-blog]

muggle studies was probably her favourite elective, because one, she likes studying the humans (not studying with them) and two, jaehyo lets her sleep in class. she’s lost count of the number of times she’s been asked to ‘wash her face’ (she usually has eyeliner on, mind you!) and spontaneous questions tossed at her just to call out her lack of attention, but she answers all of them anyway.

tea with jaehyo, apart from muggle studies with jaehyo, is one of her favourite things to do on campus. many would assume she’s in the midst of ‘spilling the tea’ when inside (she’s been recommended to go for counselling sessions for her arson tendencies), or vice versa, but the activity they share is way more interesting then just mere gossip.

don’t be sick! she doesn’t have a ‘thing’ with the professor, of all people. 

camille takes her time to pack up her items, and the rest of the class is gone by the time she’s done. slipping a packet into the pocket of her robe, she grabs her book bag and heads off on a stroll towards jaehyo’s office.

“jaehyo! i’m here,” she sticks her head into the room. formalities have never been a thing between the two, and camille insists on not calling him professor. after all, he was only eight years above her, and anything under ten is considered to be little.

the tea had already been set, and she lazily drops her bag at the side of the table, before collapsing onto the comfortable, velvet chair that she likes best in his office.

“so, what’s up for this week?” she yawns, tossing the packet on the table. “any new additions to your collection?”

[grycamille-blog]

dark places ‘ open

she taps the fingers of her left hand, letting them dance across her thigh to the beat of the music. the stars are scattered, and the cigarette burns slowly while she takes a long, deep drag.

camille really shouldn’t be smoking on school grounds, or even smoking at all. would godric gryffindor be proud of her actions right now? would the house be pleased if she were to be caught? probably not, but she’s sure that this fulfils the daring, and ballsy (to put it simply) qualities of the gryffindor house.

thoughts flicker back to the random housemate that had too many questions upon seeing the tattoo on her back. it wasn’t embarrassment, but she was annoyed. never once had she met someone who wouldn’t ask about her tattoos, subtly asking for a story behind each and every of her inks. do tattoos need to come with explanation? 

nosiness is not a glorified quality in the gryffindor house, or in hogwarts at all.

the stands surrounding the pitch was a great place to run off to. prefects rarely checked the stands, and would only take a brisk walk around the perimeter before hurrying off, afraid of the things that lurk in the dark.

the cigarette burns out, and she curses inwardly. her pack’s empty, and how she wishes there would be a spell to refill her stash.

[anyja]

[grycamille-blog]

b00ti call

hello this is camille mun aka minz aka raph’s mun too so please hit me up or like this post if you wanna plot with either of my muses!!!!!! it’ll b fun i’m sure!!! 

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. . . REVIEWING STUDENT PROFILE . . REVIEW COMPLETED! ACCEPTED!

Please welcome [ MARSHALL, CAMILLE ], a [ 17 ] year old [ HALFBLOOD ] witch. Raised as a [ KOREAN-AMERICAN ], [ SOOJUNG ] is currently attending Hogwarts as a [ 7TH ] year in the [ GRYFFINDOR ] house.

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