fortuna major

[eunji | 18 | 7th year | gryffindor] and suddenly she would change the shape of shores faultlessly calm

[itsgsd]

cr: pessoa

[gryffeunji]

chill

[gryffeunji]

slyxing:

her hand was like fire on oliver’s bare skin. it brought him back to unwanted touches, cuts and bruises hidden under the cloak of his clothing. it reminded him of the concerned gazes he’d get from his primary school teachers once his personality had begun to mellow out. “are you not feeling yourself today?” they would ask him. “where has our smiley oliver gone?”

as the slytherin watched the waves, a sense of calmness washed over him. eunji’s touch was just that. a touch. there was nothing to be wary of, but oliver had to remind himself of that. he’d been too caught up in his memories that he’d forgotten to focus on the present. he had a new life already, one without his step-father in it. 

it was almost as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders – and it wasn’t the loss of eunji’s hand. in a way it had felt good to spill his own secrets. but this was never a side of himself that he had intended to show to others. perhaps it was just the greek sun and dehydration. maybe it was the way the moonlight reflected upon the water. oliver glanced at the girl beside him. perhaps it was eunji.

oliver chuckled at the girl’s words. “it’d be worth it…” he muttered under his breath. he raised a brow at her suggestion. he’d definitely said too much. “…there isn’t any way to ‘fix things’, you know?” 

“If there isn’t any way to fix things-” And here she paused, because the idea that there were things that magic could not repair - the intangible proof of humanity’s core vulnerability to each other, the people around them - was almost unfathomable in itself. Objects could be fixed (even muggles had figured out how to do it, especially the fascinating concept of repair by way of gold as the Japanese concept went-) but people couldn’t be returned to their original state.

Backups and system reboots didn’t work when humans were made of flesh and blood and feelings, after all.

“- Then you need to move on. Not forget, not forgive, just- It’s cutting off your nose to spite your own face if you don’t, isn’t it? Wouldn’t help anyone, least of all you.”

And this was easier, this was a thousand times easier than touch and affection because logic was her forte, and if logic would ease the conversation between them then al the better for the both of them.

“For what it’s worth,” she mumbled, back straightening just a bit, “I think you could.”

[gryffbinnie-deactivated20170220]

merry mistake | eunji and binnie

[gryffeunji]

gryffbinnie:

...

A brief glance behind her confirmed that it was in fact her Eunji’s narrowed gaze bored at. No one else was present in the warm ambience of the common room. 

Eunji had said something loud enough to wake her, but not loud enough to chase away the grogginess that lingered from her nap. Thus, not allowing her to comprehend whatever Eunji had said. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. And what’s that tag for?” 

Eunji raised a brow.

“I’ll ask again then - do you know what this tag came off of?”

It wasn’t particularly that she wanted to be asking a random person this question - goodness knew, however, that gifts were private, and to think that whatever the present may be, someone else was toting around an item that had been meant for her left her entirely discomforted.

She scrutinised the girl carefully. With the girl being the only person in the room, her options for questioning were limited and frankly unappealing, what with how groggy and entirely unpresentable she seemed.

“It’s a gift tag, so it’s clearly for a gift.” Impatience coloured her words. “Have you seen what this came off of?”

[gryffendeedee-blog]

Bicker | Deedee & Eunji

[gryffeunji]

gryffendeedee:

Deedee puffed up her cheeks as she was shooed away. She crossed her arms and refused to leave the bed simply to be spiteful. 

“This is my room too,” she said with a whine, looking around the dorm she shared with Eunji and the other seventh year Gryffindor girls. “Just because you’re always in here sulking doesn’t mean you own the room.”

She made a grab for the phone in Eunji’s hands. “What are you doing, anyway?”

“It isn’t. Just because she’s your friend doesn’t mean you get to be in here all the time - and especially not if she’s not here.”

She scooted back, away from the hand taking a swipe at her phone. What on earth was this girl’s problem? Had she no sense of privacy? No respect for personal space? It was a trait Eunji had a very firm dislike for, and her scowl deepened.

“Get out.”

[gryffbinnie-deactivated20170220]

merry mistake | eunji and binnie

[gryffeunji]

gryffbinnie:

The first thing that comes to Binnie’s attention upon entering the Gryffindor common room was the small pile of presents by the Christmas tree. Almost instantly, Binnie devours the rest of her breakfast sandwich and sits cross-legged next to the boxes. Her eyes loomed over the presents, finding one with her name on. She spots two.

Binnie reached for her two presents with a wide grin. It had been a while since she actually received gifts. Her mum and dad would normally take her out to shopping outlets, providing her with a decent amount of money to buy something her own. Distant relatives were often the ones who took the time to wrap gifts properly.

Excited, she teared and ripped off the colourful wrapping of the first box. The tag states that the gift was sent by her parents. A letter came with the box, and her heart swelled. Binnie had missed them dearly. She could hear her mother’s voice through the messy script scribbled on parchment. Inside the box was a new pair of fuzzy earmuffs and a copy of an album from her favourite muggle artist. She squealed in delight and immediately began flipping through the pages of the album with one hand, at the same time grabbing the next present with the other.

She wasted no time unwrapping the second gift, not even sparing a glance at the tag. It turned out to be a thick, woolen scarf with the Korean characters ‘ㅇㅈ’ sewed on one end. That’s weird. Nonetheless, she wrapped the scarf tightly around her neck. “This is really soft,” she remarks, satisfied about its quality.

Shreds of Christmas wrapping lay on the Gryffindor carpet. Briskly, Binnie cleaned her mess and plopped down the plush, red sofa by the fireplace. She basked in the warmth of the common room, the cheery mood of Christmas ultimately getting to her.

[ @gryffeunji ]

It was cold.

It was cold, and Eunji was decidedly not pleased as she huddled into her coat, the multiple layers she’d piled on in the morning making her look quite a bit stockier than she might have otherwise. Were anyone to get a closer look at her, they’d see a deeply furrowed set of brows followed by chilled, reddened cheeks and a nose, lips set into a hard line. For all that magic was wonderful, central heating throughout the castle would have been much appreciated.

Her expression only relaxed once she’d slipped into the common room - the Fat Lady had been more than amused at her expression and she’d been sorely tempted to hex the painting open - and slowly peeled off her coat, robe, and the jacket or two she’d added underneath.

Mood settling the more she warmed up, Eunji’s eyes trailed towards the haphazardly decorated Christmas tree in the corner of the room. She’d not checked it - after all she wasn’t expecting anything by way of gifts - but the sizeable pile that had been no doubt pulled into disarray by excited, expectant hands could do with some tidying up. 

Honestly, all of Gryffindor seemed to be full of children.

With a sigh, she made her way over. Nimble hands made quick work of neatening the pile (the murmured spell made things just a little faster), but just as she was about to pull back in satisfaction, her eyes caught sight of a stray tag.

정은지.

Her eyes narrowed. A tag without a gift? Eunji glanced at the room’s only other current occupant.

“You.” Her voice cut through the silence of the room easily. “Do you know what this came off of?”

[hufsicheng]

` corridor conundrum ;

[gryffeunji]

hufsicheng:

After having been at Hogwarts for at least three months, one would have expected Sicheng to have gotten used to his surroundings – to have remembered at least some of the routes back to his common room. Unfortunately for him (and most other people that knew him), this proved to be quite a large problem in his day to day, student life.

Sicheng was all too aware of how strange he looked, passing by the same people multiple times. It wasn’t his intention, of course, but his instincts kept leading him in the same, very wrong, directions. Sicheng was the type to insist that he’d learn from his mistakes, while unknowingly continuing to make them.

The tone of the girl he walked past had him blushing, all the way up to the tips of his ears. Such a reaction had been exactly the kind of response that he’d been dreading.

“I– All of the corri-ways look the same–” The boy stuttered, his nerves successfully mixing two words into one; English was far from being his strong point. “I hope I didn’t disturb you–” 

Her eyes scrutinised him.

More often than not such behaviour was typical of first years - the tiny little things were always so lost and confused that even Eunji was tempted to make sure they were kept safe - but this boy was far from eleven so the only logical conclusion was that he was either a transfer student or entirely hopeless. She was betting on the former.

With a sigh, she closed the book on her lap gently and looked back up. If he really was a transfer, then it would make her a rather horrible person to scold him for honest mistakes. And it wasn’t exactly a lie - Hogwarts’ corridors really did look very similar, and it took time to learn the school’s layout properly.

“You’re fine. What’re you looking for then?”

[gryffendeedee-blog]

Bicker | Deedee & Eunji

[gryffeunji]

gryffendeedee:

Deedee blew her hair out of her eyes and crossed her arms under her chin so she had something to rest her head on. She pouted as hard as she possibly could and huffed. 

“I promise I won’t lose it,” she said, trying to sound convincing. Honestly, she didn’t try to lose textbooks. It just happened.

“I’ll even do my homework right here where you can see me so you can watch me not lose it. Promise!”

She pushed herself up and crossed her legs, sitting at the foot of Eunji’s bed with a wide smile as she tried to win the girl over–doubtful, but worth a try!

Eunji’s nose wrinkled.

“And yet your own book is missing.”

Deedee’s behaviour continued down what she saw as a rather immature route - and what else could she make of pouting and huffing and all-too-wide grins when most children had long since grown out of said actions - and she was none too convinced at all.

She scowled as her personal space was invaded.

“No, no, get off. Why’re you in my room in the first place?”

[ohyos]

[gryffendeedee-blog]

Bicker | Deedee & Eunji

[gryffeunji]

gryffendeedee:

@gryffeunji

Deedee flung her clothes onto her bed, ripping through her trunk with growing frustration. She knew she put it back. There was no way she forgot to put it back. Was there?

She sighed in annoyance and let her body crumple to the floor, laying face first on the carpet around the furnace. She let out a very loud, very long, whine and kicked her feet in a very obvious temper tantrum. 

Most of her dorm mates had already abandoned her when she had started pulling the place apart. Only Eunji remained, looking like she was trying very hard to ignore Deedee. 

“Eeuuunjiii,” she whined into the carpet, looking up at the girl through her messy hair. “Are you sure you didn’t take my charms textbook?” Her brother was going to murder her. She had an assignment to finish before tomorrow, which she hadn’t started yet, and she had no idea where the text book was. She could go to the library and take one out but then she would have two! And knowing her she would lose that one too. She had lost every single one of her text books at least three times. “I need it! Can’t I borrow yours for like, an hour?”

Eunji was indeed trying very hard to ignore Deedee.

She’d thought it had worked for a while too - her eyes had remained steadfastly on her phone (she was forever grateful for the advances in magic that let her use it at school) as she tapped rather resolutely on the bird that had lost its will to stay afloat and clearly needed her guidance. It seemed that her pretence had officially worn off.

Shame. She didn’t really want to answer someone who’d just kicked out her feet like a petulant toddler. With a sigh, Eunji looked up from her game to give Deedee a look that would let her know exactly what she thought of her question.

“I’m very sure I didn’t take your charms textbook.” Her voice was dry. “I have a quite nice book of my own, and in an astonishing twist of fate it has my name on it.” She frowned, nose wrinkling.

Her book had some of her own notes in it, referencing often to her family’s research. Did she really want others using it?

“Why should I trust you with my book when you can’t even handle your own?”

[slyamelie-blog]

┊Recipe for Disaster. (A+E) ;

[gryffeunji]

slyamelie:

Amélie dropped her strand of hair as she tore her gaze from Eunji’s with a necessary eye-roll and waited for her impending doom. Apparently it was still customary to greet each other with a threat (the new year did not mean all past transgressions were forgotten) and Eunji’s instant enmity made her grin, her tongue flicking over her teeth as she glanced sideways at the Gryffindor.

“Such a pleasure, aren’t you?” the Slytherin said without skipping a beat, her wry smile eventually disappearing as the novelty of the situation wore off. To use this opportunity to sabotage Eunji would mean she would also be sacrificing her impeccable grades, and to bend to the will of her professor and actually, by some miracle, work with Eunji, was guaranteed to be mind-numbingly painful. As her brother would say – in his know-it-all, high-and-mighty voice – she was stuck between ‘a rock and a hard place’.

She pushed her neat pile of parchment and books to the side as she shifted over, not for Eunji’s comfort, but truly because the Gryffindor’s presence instinctively repelled Amélie.

        “Honestly, I almost forgot you even played Quidditch.          Let’s save the small talk and just get this done, hm?”

Amélie’s grin was met with little more reaction than a slight raising of her brow. Had the girl expected otherwise? To do so would be silly at best - Eunji was not one to forgive or forget so easily, and her memory was plenty sharp enough to keep all their altercations in mind. A summer would not be enough to put their enmity behind them.

“Always have been.”

It was with a very large measure of reluctance that she actually sat down, and if she leaned a little further to the other side even as she did there was no one else to comment on it. A bit childish, perhaps, but there was no use being joined at the hip either. It was only fortunate that her rival in what seemed to be all areas appeared to agree.

Her summer had been- trying, and to have been paired with someone she disliked right off the bat was a slap in the face, but Eunji would have to make do with what she was given. Lemonade out of lemons as the saying went.

“Fine.” Brusque as usual. “How do you want to go about this then?”

[slyamelie-blog]

┊Recipe for Disaster. (A+E) ;

[gryffeunji]

slyamelie:

@gryffeunji

The early months of the school year were always filled with this bustling electricity that Amélie had always believed exuded from the excited first years. However, now that she was in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts, she was second-guessing her initial assumption. Some of her peers seemed relieved, tired even as though they were ready to embark on the next chapter of their lives. Although her cool expression may have conveyed otherwise, she was apprehensive for the oncoming year and the uncertain future thereafter. The previous year had taught her that so much could occur within such a short time.

Amélie sat herself down in the classroom towards the front but off to the side, her usual spot. She found attending charms and her other favourite subjects relaxing as of late, perhaps because they provided her with a sense of familiarity. She twisted a chocolate strand of hair as the class began, but her expression hardened at her professor’s instructions:

   ‘The assignment will require pairs which I will assign immediately…         Amélie and Eunji.’

Still with her hair between her fingers, the Slytherin looked over her shoulder to find the Gryffindor, her gaze filled with utter disdain.

This year was already full of surprises.

This was not ideal.

Charms class had always held a certain intrigue for her - all of her spellwork classes did and it was only to be expected, after all - but Eunji had also always been a lone wolf and that suited her just fine. To have a partner, any partner at all, was to compromise what was already a relatively smoothly running system. To have a partner that despised her presence?

It was planned chaos.

Her lips pursed, eyes cold as Amélie turned to match her classmate with equal, if not more, disdain.

To not get along was to risk her grades, and to get along was to risk her pride. It shouldn’t have ben as hard a call as she was making it, but no sooner than the thought of jumping right out the window crossed her mind that their professor (was there sly amusement in those eyes?) gestured her over to the Slytherin’s table. Her books landed on the desk with a thud, even as she reluctantly complied.

“If you screw us over, you’ll have to worry about me in more than just Quidditch.”

[hufsicheng]

` corridor conundrum ;

[gryffeunji]

hufsicheng:

Hogwarts’ inner corridors comprised of twists and turns, each hallway looking identical to the last. – At least, identical in Sicheng’s eyes. The poor boy didn’t particularly have an eye for detail, nor did he have any sense of direction.

                                                     In other words…                                                                                                …he was lost. 

It had already been over two months since Sicheng had arrived at Hogwarts, glassy-eyed and his lips parted with a soft gasp. It truly was a beautiful structure; a castle built for a king, surely. 

Nonetheless, the Hufflepuff felt as if he were somehow going in circles, as he had – embarrassingly enough – passed the same person, perched at the bottom of a stairwell, at least two or three times within the past ten minutes. Sicheng glanced at the other, startling when he found their eyes already on him. 

                                                               How embarrassing… 

                                     Sicheng’s cheeks started to turn a faint shade of red. 

Eunji had chosen the stairwell as a study location by sheer virtue of its distance from others alone - her common room was, as per usual, loud and boisterous with the not-so-quiet chatter and laughter of cheerful students recounting all sorts of mishaps and mayhems that occurred throughout the day. Lovely, no doubt, but certainly not suited for revision.

The library might have been a better choice, but considering the proximity to exam season she’d have been hard pressed to find a table to herself. While her usual response to such circumstance would have been to sit outside, the steady chill that had been making itself known effectively nipped such thoughts in the bud.

Alas, it seemed her self-imposed solitude had come to an end. Not once, not twice, but thrice - thrice the set of footsteps had circled around maddeningly. If they were looking for the room of requirement, this was decidedly not where they were meant to be. The third time the same person came round, she sighed, voice a bored drawl.

“Lost, are you?”

[gryffeunji]

chill

[slyxing-blog]

dark eyes scanned the rolling ocean in front of them, watching the way that it pushed and pulled across the seabed. oliver didn’t think that he was pulling eunji closer with such a sensitive subject, yet she didn’t seem to be pushing him away either. their relationship had always been hard to describe, but now it was even more so.

there was still so much left unsaid and far too many anecdotes from the slytherin’s past that oliver barely knew what to say. it was a bad idea to let his tongue get carried away, but nothing in his mind stepped forward to stop it. 

where to begin? to begin at all? for now, eunji would be left with a few mere breadcrumbs and a puzzle piece or two. oliver had given her enough of his share already.

his breath caught at the light touch, instinct shouting at him to jerk away from the potential danger. he’d been conditioned into such reactions for years, and habits were hard to break. head snapping towards the girl, his eyes focused on the heavy hand on his shoulder, though it was light in physical weight. 

her words almost baffled him.

“there’s only one way to fix things,” oliver muttered darkly, gaze shifting back towards the sea once the girl’s hand was lifted. “and that’s not an option if i don’t want to end up in azkaban.” 

[gryffeunji]

Regret coursed through her in a quick flash of shame. The touch had been meant to- soothe? Comfort? Eunji wasn’t sure, but she knew it hadn’t meant to draw the look that it did. Nose crinkled - entirely at herself this time, she turned her gaze away just as he did. She’d keep her awkward attempts at caring to herself.

She’d been told only enough to create more questions, bigger questions and smaller questions - the kind that ranged from ‘What kind of food do you like?’ to ‘Why doesn’t your mother speak up?’ - but she kept quiet and her curiosities remained unspoken. It was for the best - too much and too little had been said. Perhaps some processing time was in order.

And, after all, even with these little tidbits he’d given her more information than she’d ever given him. Both of them could likely feel the imbalance, because knowledge was power, and for some reason or other Oliver had chosen to make himself vulnerable first. It was an honour of sorts and it was a burden of sorts - either way, Eunji now felt indebted.

“I’d rather you not end up in Azkaban.” I’d be bored without you, she didn’t say. Eunji would forever be thankful that her embarrassment was all but invisible in this light. “So you’ll just have to find a better way to  fix things, won’t you?”

[arycole]

[gryffeunji]

chill

[slyxing-blog]

the longer that oliver thought about his past, the more he wanted to get up, get out and leave. such memories weren’t made to be relived, as despair was the only thing that they brought to him. oliver was no longer the quiet little boy who sat at the back in his primary school classes. he wasn’t shy anymore. hogwarts had opened his eyes for the better. nothing had ever made him thrive like the pureblood magic running through his veins.

one thing, however, that wasn’t like eight year-old oliver– wasn’t like today’s oliver –was that his slytherin tongue had started to betray him. spilling secrets had never been on the agenda.

leaning forwards to rest his elbow on his knee, head placed in hand, oliver released a quiet sigh. he didn’t know what he was expecting, nor did he know what he was waiting for. strangely enough he didn’t feel tense in eunji’s presence anymore, despite the exposure of his skin and the foreign night sky.

still, his mouth wouldn’t cooperate with him.

“no one can change the past, can they? i just want to forget it all. move in with my brothers. take my mother back. the squib can go fuck himself.” 

[gryffeunji]

Eunji’s skills in rhetoric extended to socialising in the name of family and little else, so to see the tense line of his shoulders soften, even if only to lean forward, was relieving - if she wasn’t doing things right, then she also wasn’t doing things wrong. Intentions were all well and good, but they’d amount to nothing if she fucked up along the way anyhow.

Nights were chillier than she’d expected apparently, and goosebumps prickled up her arms - whether she should blame that on the breeze or on his words, Eunji didn’t know. She also didn’t quite know what to do with information like this because-

It was personal. For as long as she’d known him, they’d never delved into anything beyond vague arguments over vague taunts. For him to talk - not quite openly - but without reluctance about his family at all was new, and she wondered if veering away from normal topics was a good idea at all. 

Either way, there was no going back now.

“I doubt obliviation’s the answer. But- ” Her face was blank, but the thought of squeezing his knee in comfort brought the tiniest of scowls. She made do with his shoulder instead. “It’s not a bad want to have. To forget. Can’t blame you for it. Wouldn’t fix much though. And you- I think you want things fixed instead. Right?”

Hastily, she pulled back her hand.

[gryxhelios-deactivated20161024]

Bludger in the arse w. Eunji

[gryxhelios-deactivated20161024]

Her humor was as dry as always and by now Helios had quite neatly gotten used to it. At first it had put him off, wonder why she always had such a stick up her arse and never seemed to crack a smile at all but in time he just adapted to take her the way she was.

Quite funnily enough he enjoyed the eternal challenge of being able to have her crack a smile.

“Good comeback! Now hold that thought while I try to find a fitting line!” Placing his fingers beneath his chin he actually attempted to get his brain cells to work but found his comebacks too colourful and too far fetched to match the simplicity of her words. 

“Ah man. It seems you’ve cut me off like a dead leaf there.” It wasn’t much but still enough to make him chuckle at his own joke, looking at her like a hopeful puppy seeking to impress his owner.

“Wait what? That is from a poem?” Only ever having heard someone use the phrasing before, he had been unaware about the literate meaning of the saying. His lips parted in awe before her next words left him confused again. “Leniency? Why leniency? I’d rather have X-ray sight!” No shame the gryffindor senior indeed.

[gryffeunji]

He was rewarded with a blank stare.

To an extent, Eunji could be patient. To an extent, Eunji (while she didn’t exactly partake in it herself) could understand the need to wreak havoc and to test limits. To an extent, Eunji could understand playing the fool. There was a line, however, and once that line was cross said patience would vanish faster than one could say ‘tyrant’.

Helios was truly toeing that line, and she wasn’t impressed.

“You’d be absolutely right, then, because it doesn’t just seem like it - I have.” She barely even looked at him - there was really no need to stick with her, was there? Both of them knew the way to the pitch well enough by now, she was sure.

“Yes, it’s from a poem. Walt Whitman. Muggle. If you’re going to be using references, you’d best be looking them up, no?”

Eunji’s nose crinkled.

“X-ray vision would only let you see bones. Bit odd, but I suppose if that’s what you’re into I can ask my mum for a few scans. Strange desire to be so open about though, isn’t it?”

There was no shame in bringing people down a few notches.

[gryxhelios-deactivated20161024]

Bludger in the arse w. Eunji

@gryffeunji

Finally. Class was over. Not that Helios cared much, he had fallen asleep ten minutes ago and was still sleeping safe and sound, drooling on his notebook with a silly grin plastered to his face. Only when the end of a stick came down on the back of his head hard did he flinch awake, grumbling in pain and whining to whomever had awoken him. 

“You’re lucky you got quidditch practice now mister Verala. I’m expecting you to stay after class tomorrow!” With that his teacher turned and left, leaving the metamorphmagus to bang his head against the table again before turning to see his captain in the seat beside him.

“Why did you not wake me up!” Quick to put the blame on the girl he whined like a little kid, shaking in his seat like the grumpy brat he was. “You could have saved me from that old ha…” Rising again he checked to see if the professor was still around before whispering to her. “hag!”

Then he got up, packing his things up and skipping after her quickly. “Ah captain my captain~ why are you always so cold to your loyal servant?!”

[gryffeunji]

Sometimes Eunji did question her choices in life.

Case in point - she certainly hadn’t had to become captain of her team, and she certainly could have avoided the fuss and stress that came with the job and generally applying a modicum of sociability with her teammates.

Even if only to keep half her team out of detention for the matches.

As such, contrary to whining, she should - technically - be receiving thanks for the fact that due to practice Helios would (instead of, perhaps, helping the groundskeeper ward off flesh-eating slugs) be out and in the air. 

“I didn’t wake you up because I’m not a personal alarm clock,” she returned easily, largely ignoring his complaint as she slid her notes into her bag. “Got better things to do than that - like watch grass grow. Very exciting stuff.”

Dry as a bone, her humour.

“It’s ‘oh captain, my captain’ - and considering the poem’s about said captain’s death you may want to reconsider your words.” As always, Eunji’s stride was quick and purposeful - he’d simply have to keep up. “And I’m your captain, not your mother. Leniency tends not to work on you lot.”