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❰ sept twenty-seventh 2O13 ❱ - - - offline ✘
✰ need-to-know ⚤ plots/relations ☎ owl me ♡ pensieve
▰ waiting ;
none
▰ writing ;
iskandar — para: up to no good dawson — script: untitled yongguk — script: celebrations are in order daeryong — script: untitled jongsuk — script: get in! jaejoong — script: midnight snack
▰ plotting ;
juni. gayoon. leejonghyun.
▰ notices ;
on semi-hiatus! will be dropping by on and off;;; life's been pretty hard to keep up with lately.
{ event; THE MASQUERADE BALL grand hall; 8:04am
Good morning witches and wizards, both old and new! Today is a special day. It’s a day full of welcome; a night full of mystery. ..It’s the night of the masquerade ball!
This event is to welcome all of the new students and professors to the school, and — of course — the rest of you back to Hogwarts. We will be showcasing live music and we expect you to dance! All of those lessons were not for nothing! This is a semi-formal event, so do make an effort to dress accordingly!
The ball will start at 7pm and students will not be allowed to enter without a mask. The curfew times are as follows:
Ϟ — 1st - 4th years; 10pm
Ϟ — 5th years; 11pm
Ϟ — 6 - 7th years; 12am
If you do not follow this rule, then you can expect to be issued a dentention. — Oh! The two professors that are on duty are Joon and Sungjoon, the Charms and Potions professors. It is their job to make sure that everyone is behaving.
That should be all that you need to know about tonight! I don’t want to distract you from your breakfast for too long. 7th years, please drink responsibly. Make sure to enjoy the ball!
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Midnight Snack || Jaejoong & Hwaeji
Well one has to be careful when wandering the corridors at night. You never know what sniveling prefect you might come across. I find taking the offensive ensures no one tells. [`follows her into the kitchen, moving to wear a pile of leftover treats from dinner lay and showing a cauldron cake into his mouth, moving to stuff more in his robes] Oh it’s lucky for me, is it? [`raises an eyebrow as he notices what she’s doing] You’re actually making something?
(/ she finds logic in his explanation, but doesn't feel the need to verbally concede to it /) Yes, lucky for you. (/ repeats him absently while rummaging through the cabinets for clean bakeware /) Oh bloody hell, accio baking pan. (/ a metal pan whizzes out of a completely different cabinet and lands before her on the counter; glances pointedly at the other /) No, I'm just making a mess in the kitchen for the elves to clean up - of course, I'm making something. What does it look like I'm doing? (/ she gathers the rest of the ingredients for cookies in the course of the next few minutes and begins the process /) If you've had your fill of cauldron cakes, you're welcome to leave.
get in! ☆ ljs & dhj
( ` surfaces from the lake with a wide grin, pushing the goggles up to rest on his forehead, as he treads, calm and simply floating with the light waves of the black lake; feeling warm from the warming spell he cast on himself before jumping in, he floats on his back until he catches the silhouette of a girl in the corner of his eye; moves back to an upright position and swims closer to the girl, grinning) Hey! Hey, you! Do you wanna get in or what? The lake’s pretty calm today.
(/ she stares moodily out towards the gleaming water of the lake, its clear surface reflecting the magnificent landscape on the other side. she admits it's pretty, because if there's one thing hwaeji is decidedly confident about, it's her eye for beauty. but pretty almost always has a nasty side; and that's what terrifies the gryffindor. she hugs her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them to make herself feel smaller. she does this, every once in a while, glaring at the misleadingly beautiful effects of her sister's keeper. she hopes it would give her more courage; it does no such thing. a shout jolts her senses awake and her doe-like eyes fall to the male fast approaching along the shore /) Are you crazy? No thanks. (/ she 'politely' declines his invitation without a second thought, because to anyone who's lost someone precious in that lake, swimming in it becomes a preposterous notion. /)
Midnight Snack || Jaejoong & Hwaeji
[`he chuckled at her words and attitude, apparently he had snuck up on quite the fiesty one] Oh I don’t think I’d be the one getting hurt. [`he lifted the wand from where it pressed into her, smirking lightly] Someone’s certainly hungry. If I wasn’t headed to the same destination I’d have to decline you ever so polite request. Luckily for you though I am, and don’t possess the mind of a squashed pumpkin. [`he tickles the correct fruit, allowing the picture to swing open]
Pretty sure you wouldn't want that theory put to test, especially against a hungry girl. Besides, I'm not sure how you expect me to be polite when you were so quick to raise your wand to me. (/ she rolled her eyes, ignoring his not-so-subtle jibe and stepping first into the dimly lit kitchen. a flick of her wand had the lights glowing brighter as though she was clearly used to this. hwaeji briefly set her gaze on the figure behind her /) Luckily for you, I've no interest in wasting my energy on the likes of snakes such as yourself. (/ sets off in search of baking ingredients /)
B.o.d. Benefit of the doubt. (—/ sighs lightly, crossing his arms across his chest /—) How could I ever be underneath you? (—/ rolls his eyes /—) You’re so unimpressive so… Mediocre. (—/ smirks /—) Even my history of magic text book could get bored of you. Doesn’t that tell you something, hm?
(/ her eyes flare at his insult - because being called a 'whore' hurts way less than being called 'boring'. she honestly can't stand boring /) Unimpressive? Speak for yourself, Jung. (/ laughs wryly /) Living in the shadow of your family's namesake, flaunting about like empty-headed birds with nothing to show for it. All you Slytherins are the same, so predictable. (/ narrows her eyes at the male /) I'd watch who you're calling mediocre if I were you.
☆ — celebrations are in order / byg&dhj.
you kill me, miss hwaeji. what would my life be without you? (‘ smiles to himself at what she was saying, not really having anything to add to the topic, perfectly happy to let her fill the silences that may crop between them. which was odd since yongguk always has something to say about everything — instead takes the menu from her happily, vaguely reading each page with little interest. ) i’m not really hungry, so i might just get soup or something (’ says as such when the waitress arrives, placing a single order for pumpkin soup ) and before my companion orders, can i get a pitcher of firewhiskey, too, please?
Meaningless. Your life would be absolutely meaningless. (/ chuckles in kind, snatching the menu back from him once he makes a decision /) Drinking on an empty stomach is the worst decision you can make. Weren't you the one who told me that? Or was it someone else? (/ scans through the items and quickly adds in an order of cornish pastries, a remnant of a smile on her face just thinking about the firewhiskey /) Doesn't hurt to have actual food on the side. (/ shrugs absently, watching the waitress amble away with their orders. not a few moments later, a pitcher of deep-gold liquid hovers over and sets itself down on the table, followed by two jugs. an excited smile graces her delicate features at the prospect of getting wasted with her best friend /) Though I guess it doesn't hurt to start without food either, huh.
Midnight Snack || Jaejoong & Hwaeji
[`unable to stand the rumblings of his stomach anymore Jaejoong snuck out of the Slytherin dungeons, figuring it was worth the risk getting caught to fill his stomach. Making his way through the corridors towards the kitchen he stops when he spies a figure. So far all he could discern was that it wasn’t a professor or the caretaker, and so he snuck up behind them, pressing the tip of his wand against their back] Are you a prefect or head girl? Or do I have to skip the warning about reporting me to a professor?
(/ scaling the dark corridors had always been a relatively easy feat for the female once she got the hang of it. tonight was no exception, especially when the craving for something sweet hit her like an out-of-control broomstick. with only lumos and memory acting as her guides, hwaeji snuck halfway through the castle unseen until she reached the painting of the bowl of fruit. in her concentration to recall which fruit had to be tickled, she hadn't noticed the intruder slide up behind her. his forward approach made her freeze on the spot and her grip tighten around her wand, though his questions signaled he wasn't a threat - not of the detention-giving authority sort anyway /) Neither, so you can hold your hippogriffs and put your damn wand down before you get hurt. (/ she glanced over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of the male's face /) Mind opening the door while you're here?
「*bt / of girlfriends and best friends. jhs;dhj
he opted to not answer her questioning, knowing very well that the grin that she wore would only suck him into a trap that he knew would leave him in a blubbering mess. his eyes stuck to her actions, watching as she sat rather cockily onto one of the room’s millions of sitting chairs (or did it seem like a million considering that he hadn’t the slightest idea where she could have gotten one from). a pink apendage slipped out, easing it’s calming essence against the chapped seal of his lips, in hope that the smallest action could help him stall time to think — and perhaps actually initiate conversation that he knew she was asking for by her stare (however playfully it could be demanded).
hoseok felt pippa’s fingertips tighten against the cloth of his shirt. the slight fix-up of his shirt had him blinking, a cough subtly shifting against the side of his lips rather awkwardly. the time to crawl into a ball and hide was definitely no where in reach (but since when did he do such things, anyways). though when it came to him and hwaeji, the latter always was the more dominant no matter how many months older he may be. he coughed, left hand rising to shelter and shield the puff of air that escaped his lips as he tried to clear his throat. “hwaeji —” the hand that kept to the back of his spine curled, the feeling of nails drawing into the soft fabric of his undershirt over the flannel he wore had his eyes minimally widening. reaching backwards to retreive that hand and save him further damage to his clothes, hoseok pulled pippa gently to the front, bringing her forward so that they could walk to where hwaeji sat. “this is pippa, my girlfriend.” the words escaped his lips with minimal effort though that didn’t stop the slow emotion in his eyes from glowering rather guiltily as they darted from one girl to the other. “pippa,” his eyes withdrew from the other girl to face hwaeji, some sort of quivering of the slightest blankness found within deep in his slated orbs wavered. “this is hwaeji, my .. best friend.” no matter how he put it, that was her label — at least in a mutual sense. it wouldn’t make sense for him to call her anything else out loud despite the fact that his entire body knew that calling her just his best friend was truly the biggest lie he could tell himself.
the chuckle that left his lips felt foreign to the moment but also kept the atmosphere at bay — allowing it to not move further into awkwardness. his head shook while words flowed through charming and already grinning lips — it didn’t take long for his blank and confused appearance to disappear. “no, she’s not here. you know that if she was — i’d no where be close to doing what i was doing.” talking to hwaeji made him feel as though at that moment pippa didn’t exist, that she wasn’t beside him, currently tightening her grip on his hand. he didn’t feel a thing, not when his eyes were only on hwaeji. pippa-who? the flitting crease of a frown edged at one side of his otherwise lop-sided grin, “you could have owled first — probably would have prevented —” he cut himself, knowing very well that if he finished his sentence that pippa (finally getting his conciousness to remember that she was still indeed in the room) would definitely disagree and be angered by it. hoseok didn’t need to have an angry girlfriend.
"Pleased to meet you, Pippa," Hwaeji nodded, her tone neither pleasant nor hostile. Unconcerned appeared to be the most accurate description for the moment. Perhaps tinted with mild amusement. She remained in her seat, making no movement to stand to properly greet the other girl despite her upbringing; her mother's hair would stand on edge if she knew her daughter so much as thought about having rude manners. Yet here she was, unjustified arrogance painted across her heart-shaped face as she stared pointedly at her "best friend's" new girlfriend. She smiled tauntingly. "Well, don't just stand there, Seokkie. Let your girlfriend sit before her legs give out."
She was beginning to feel more at ease now that her friend was regaining his composure. The familiar sight of his good-natured grin meant he was returning back to his normal, less-flustered self. "Well, you never know. You could be feeling unusually bold." Hwaeji shrugged, mulling over the thought of how his mother would have reacted had she experienced the misfortune of walking in on them like herself. "That's a shame though. Would have liked to say hello." Her wide brown eyes wandered around his house absently, listening to his words but struggling to stay focused on them. He always did sound unnecessarily worried around her for reasons she couldn't fathom. "Owling would've taken too long. I had to escape from the clutches of my parents before my time here on earth expired." Her voice adopted a theatrical tone as she met his eyes once more. "The studying almost did me in, but no matter. I survived. As usual." She smiled lightly. "You'd have been my knight-in-shining-armor for the day, but it appears that won't be the case with your guest here. She -Pippa, you said, right?- deserves an honorable mention, of course."
The older female glanced at the younger, lips curled up in a sort of polite and pleasant smile once more. "You always did have a liking for that sort." Her pools of brown traced Pippa up and down with a judgmental gaze, dissimilar to the smile that persisted. "Long hair, small face, big eyes, petite too." Hwaeji rested her chin on her arms once more, watching him like a lioness biding her time. Yes indeed, this was so much more entertaining than reading textbooks. "Where'd you find her? I don't recall any seventh years with that name."
→ || Dawson & Hwaeji
(—/ watches you curiously, his head tilting a little as his gaze softens, holding a smile, even though his lips stay as a straight line /—) I kinda understand what you mean. (—/ nods slowly, biting on his bottom lip /—) Do you think you’ll stay in touch with many people? I dunno… Other than Jenn and Fumi, I’m not too sure I don’t think. And they’re both in Hufflepuff… I like 6th years a lot.
It depends. (/ glances back at him with a look that says 'I can't be helped' /) I've known most of my close friends since first year. It'd be strange not to keep in touch with them at least, wouldn't you agree? But beyond that, it's not like it'd break my poor heart if you never wrote to me after graduation. No offense. (/ chuckles wistfully /)
Wow. (—/ blinks in mock disbelief /—) I heard the rumour that Gryffinwhores were delusional but… I didn’t actually realise that it was this true. (—/ shakes his head slowly /—) To think I was gonna give you the b.o.d Hwaeji…
If you're expecting me to take offense every single time you call me 'Gryffinwhore' — so very original of you, might I add — you give me absolutely no credit. (/ crosses her arms across her chest and gives him a wry smile /) What's delusional is you denying the simple truth - that you're clearly beneath me. (/ pauses, a flicker of confusion on her face /) Give me what?
❰ august twenty-seventh 2O13 ❱ - - - online ✔
✰ need-to-know ⚤ plots/relations ☎ owl me ♡ pensieve
▰ waiting ;
iskandar — para: up to no good dawson — script: untitled key — script: o capt, my capt. yongguk — script: celebrations are in order daeryong — script: untitled
▰ writing ;
chaerin — random para starter myungsoo — random para starter luna — random para starter hyunjin — random para starter soryong — random para starter hoseok — para: [bt] of girlfriends and best friends
▰ plotting ;
seunghyun. luhan. wonshik. juni. hyeri. NEED LESS GRYFFINDORS, MORE SLYVENPUFFS. and estrogen.
▰ notices ;
i'm. so. burnt. out. also still trying to find the right word to call her journal. figured pensieve would be the most fitting term. i'll follow back thought blogs of those who follow hers.
[ up to no good ] ▬ sdw☆dhj
Parties were definitely one of the things Iskandar looked forward to whenever he returned to Hogwarts. What’s Gryffindor without some parties to celebrate the new school year? Might as well start the year with a bang. Not to mention he was keen on breaking the record of mass detentions which was previously held by the Dumbledore’s Army back in the dark era of Lord Voldemort. He was secretly hoping for a professor to stumble upon the Gryffindor Tower and issue everyone a detention for disrupting the peaceful school night. However the male was also loyal to his own house which is why he had casted some ancient spells onto the commons so that the room would be soundproof.
"They better appreciate it," he mumbled to himself before diving into the sea of people. Girls quickly flocked to him, causing him to put on his cheeky suave facade and go through his mental list of cheesy pick up lines. He sipped some Firewhiskey while he listened to the gossip the girls had heard floating about the castle, intent on spending the night with at least one girl in his bed — though a guy wouldn’t hurt as well — when someone entered his line of vision.
Looking up at who had caused the rest of the girls to quieten down, a smile lit his face up when it was one of his old friends, Hwaeji. “Sorry ladies, I have a queen to obey,” he apologised profusely to the group of girls as he was dragged away by his friend. Iskandar grabbed the bottle the fellow Gryffindor held in her hand as they exited the commons. “Up for a night with a knight?” he asked, looking pointedly at the set of shining armour placed nearby the entrance to the commons.
She could never really get a clear description of the relationship between Iskandar and herself. They were relatively good friends, she could say. And now, teammates on the Quidditch team. And then what? Good friends didn't exactly do the things they did on a regular basis. It was not healthy. Hwaeji hesitated to call him a friend-with-benefits because he was much more than simply someone she could go to just to get off. There were plenty of other willing fish in the sea for that. Iskandar knew how to handle her when she was at her high. And there were very few people in this castle who could do exactly that. She trusted him not to harm her or take advantage of her in her state of intoxication, which - as carefree as she was - was rare to begin with, and instead he could make her feel at ease, if not better.
It always felt better to let loose anyway. Being too stressed often hurt, in more ways than one. And she couldn't exactly let loose with some of her more... docile companions. At least Iskandar was up for this of his own accord. He hardly appeared as intimidated by her as her other friends like Hoseok or Jin did. The seventh year grinned, turning in a surprisingly graceful manner to face the tall boy. She threaded her fingers with his free hand, her chuckle low and quiet. "And to what lengths would this knight of mine go to please his queen?" Hwaeji played along, plucking the bottle back from his grasp and taking a swig. The liquid seared down her throat, leaving behind the burning trail that she had grown accustomed to since halfway through her Hogwarts career. The irony in his question had an amused laugh bubbling in her chest, but the hot sensation of the alcohol kept it from being vocalized. Even if everything else remained uncertain, this was for sure: the two Gryffindors in question were anything but noble beings, in a fairytale sense, at least.
