( clumsiest hero )

seventh year gryffindor student ( and if laughter is poison to fear, she will be immortal )

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bloody whining. [ yongsun/ria ]

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wheepuff:

( @gryffinsun )

the world is ending. the heavens have forsaken her. it was the weather, she cursed under her breath. if the weather just coordinated with them, they could’ve won this quidditch match. the hufflepuff should’ve joined the weather in the bonding time they had. she stomped on the ground, grumbling & whining & glaring at whoever passed by her within five feet before spotting yongsun.

like a trigger being pulled, ria poured all her bottled frustration to the friend. “yongsun!” she quickly wailed, face painted with nothing but childish whining. her arms flew above yongsun’s frame as she ran towards her.she sobbed into yongsun’s shoulder, her voice a pitch higher from all the emotions that had stirred inside her right after the match. “we lost, we lost! you didn’t see it but we lost— i did my best but we lost,”

It was only a matter of time for Ria to find her way to her. Regardless of the match’s outcome, Yongsun knew very well that it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes for them to be either celebrating, or for her to somehow soothe her friend. In this case, it was the latter. Although she had never been a quidditch player herself, the female would often be found cheering her teammates on, her house pride far stronger than most would have expected. For that reason alone, she understood exactly how terrible it felt having to lose—even more so if one had actually took part in the game.

Instead of telling the younger not to cry, she resorts to what she knows works best. Her left arm swiftly sneaks around her frame, the right one raising to brush her fingers through soft strands of hair. ‘You know it’s Ravenclaw, they’re just as inclined to cheat as Slytherin, but they’re smart enough to get away with it,’ Yongsun jokes, holding the younger’s frame tightly to herself. ‘And I heard people say you were the star player of the game!’ It’s not exactly true; she hadn’t heard anyone say anything yet—but! she certainly did believe that Wheein was the star player of the game. With a smile, she presses her lips to the top of the witch’s head, her hand still gently rubbing her back. ‘Let’s get some hot chocolate, shall we?’

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slyjae:

“What’d your house ever do for you, to make you sacrifice yourself for some lousy points? Loosen up.” He flashed her an amused look. No one had been so concerned with getting him in trouble over such a trivial thing. House competitions were a force to be reckoned with. At this point in his career as a Hogwarts student, he wouldn’t doubt a body would pass up a drink or two. Just as long as it helped them forget about their studies for a night.

At the very least, he’d give her credit for being so insistent.

“You know what? I’m feeling generous tonight,” or drunk, that’s what– “I’ll come with you.” He cracked a grin, one hinting at a taunt though he was completely serious about his plan. Why, he didn’t know. For the meme, he could say. It had been awhile since he got in trouble. “You can tell them all about me.” Maybe if he was agreeable enough, she’d feel weird enough to drop it. Because when had a Slytherin ever been so kind? He got up and took the bottle from her, uncapping it to take an obscenely big swig. “Might as well finish it since they’ll confiscate it anyway.”

What her house had ever done to her? Nothing. Yongsun, on the other hand, had cost Gryffindor quite a couple of points on multiple occasions. Finding this particular snake had been the perfect way to make up for all that. Why else would faith have provided her with this beautiful gift? It could hardly be considered a coincidence at this point.

‘Fine. But if you don’t come with me—‘ Her mind barely processes his words, thinking far too hard on how she could possibly get him to follow along. She doesn’t need to. ‘You what?’ For a moment, Yongsun is silenced; dumbfounded, even. For him to give in so easily was unusual; even more so after he had already told her to loosen up. What to make out of that? She isn’t entirely sure. It’s suspicious—even the Gryffindor knows that much. ‘Alright, so— hey! You can’t have that!’ Distrust fills her eyes, hands coming up to seize the bottle once again. That was it; that must be his plan. To finish the bottle and then run off. Well, this lion wasn’t going to let that happen.

What he doesn’t have, he can’t drink. Ha, she thinks she’s so smart. Emptying part of the bottle until her mouth is filled with the liquid, then swallowing it in one big gulp. It warms her throat immediately, a burning and bitter sensation left behind. The taste, however, is terrible, specially to someone who never dealt with hard liquors in the first place. Had she seen the expression on her own face, she would have probably laughed at it. ‘How do you drink this?!’ For a second, she forgets about her intentions completely. The thought of someone drinking this for their own pleasure baffles her ( though, admittedly, she loved the way it still had her insides feeling warm and fuzzy ). ‘More importantly, how do you enjoy this?’

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( I shall try to come up with a plotting page this week tbh. In the meantime, if anyone wants to plot or needs some slots on their plotting page to be filled-- let me know! ; u ; i need to get more threads going but i’m a lil sleepy rn zzz )

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slyjae:

Given the circumstances of everything that had happened recently, there was no reason for him to be this unhappy. Jennie opened up to him–opened being a loose term, since it was all very vague and questionable. But now at least they were on speaking terms, all very amicable and lacking murderous intents. What more with Slytherin snatching the victory in their most recent match. There was always a catch. A dark tinge accompanied every decent thing that came to. 

He was tired of it, being a cause for a sob story. 

Always on the dark end of things, pulling the short straw, having the short end of the stick. It wasn’t like he was some martyr. His family just happened to suck. An immediate result of being an Im was always having something to worry about, or to be ashamed of. Thankfully, it wasn’t the latter this time–though it could turn out to be. Because how well had Im’s ever been at weddings?

Half a bottle of whiskey later, he was pondering the numerous fashions in which he could break every rule Hogwarts ever came up with. Die trying, too. Rather than a pleasant motivation for it, he was rewarded with the incessant buzzing in his ear. A lion with more bark than he would’ve liked. 

“You could do that,” he stretched his arms, cracked a few bones, and laid back with his arms folding to cushion his head, “talk the Headmaster, a professor, whichever authoritative figure up during this ungodly hour–as the Muggles say. Just while you’re at it, feel free to explain how you were outside castle walls past curfew hours.”

See? This was why it would have been good had she actually thought her actions over before blindly setting herself up for trouble. Again. Of course, the snake had a point. Something that had not even crossed her mind when she first headed towards him, far too caught up in her own amusement and pride. She should have known better than to think it was going to be so easy; and perhaps she did, but the thought of having Slytherin’s house points decline had been far too tempting to ignore.

There’s a click of her tongue, and for a moment it seems as if she is about to speak up. However, she swallows her words and instead quirks a brow at the guy. His lack of a reaction annoyed her, but she wasn’t going to give up so easily. Yongsun shouldn’t be here, alright. She’d give him that. That still didn’t change the fact that he had broken the rules, too. ‘I’ll tell them I heard you all the way to our common room. Say I heard disturbing sounds coming from outside, so I went to check and found you here. Drinking. How about that?’

A stupid plan, really. There were very few exceptions when it came to leaving the dorms past curfew, and she was pretty sure that this wasn’t one of them. She frown, trying her best to think of a way to rat him out without getting into trouble herself; something he had only made her wish for even more so.

This was why she didn’t like Slytherin.

‘Between the two of us, who do you think will lose more points? You weren’t just outside past curfew, you were drinking too!’ Her voice naturally raises at that; something that could very well give them away if she wasn’t going to be careful—but that was the least of her problems right now, her Gryffindor pride blinding any sense of rationality completely.

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Truth be told; she should have been in bed hours ago. Should have been being the key point. There’s so many things she should have done, should not have done, should have said, should not have said. Always the should; anyone would be convinced that Kim Yongsun loved getting herself into trouble. Perhaps they weren’t exactly wrong. Getting into trouble usually was the result of an interesting series of events or yet another adventure. Curiosity had often been the main cause of it: not a bad thing, after all.

What was bad, however, was the amount of housepoints it had cost her so far. Although it didn’t always show, she was very passionate about winning the House Cup as well (much like all the other students). It’s almost too good to be true that her late night escapades have lead her into something quite interesting this time. Wouldn’t it be great if Slytherin were to lose a couple of points? What with them currently being on top, Yongsun would do anything to decrease the lead they had on Gryffindor. Snitching might not be the best way to go about it, but if it helped the house of snakes go down, she was all up for it. Unfortunately, her excitement once again managed to beat her common sense.

What’s new.

‘Ha! That’s gonna cost you some points, you know?’ Not only had the student been outside this late; he also seemed to have consumed a whole lot of alcohol on his own. Would it cost them more points if she could prove that, too? A proud smile spreads across her face when she approaches him and grabs hold of the bottle, swiftly seizing it from his hold. “I’ll take that with me. And you. You come with me too.’

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I finally managed to follow everyone (i think) with this poor excuse of wifi i have going for me right now, so hello!! It’s been forever since i’ve been in a closed directory so i hope this is still normal introduction behaviour??? Anyway. I’m used to roleplaying angsty muses and mostly Slytherin muses so let’s see how roleplaying an actual ball of sunshine goes :’) AND THANK YOU FOR ALL THE WELCOMES I’LL GET TO THEM SOON. I should have a plotting page open someday but for now, find some basic stuff abt this child under the cut (and if you have a plotting page with slots that need to be filled please let me know!)

Seventh year Gryffindor; her father was a Gryffindor too but her mother was a Ravenclaw and she unfortunately did not inherit any of the brains

Prone to break rules just because she doesn’t even realise she’s breaking them and often doesn’t think before she speaks or acts

Far too curious for her own good; often ends up in trouble just because she’s trying to figure something out and won’t stop

She’s super affectionate; will randomly hug, play with someone’s hair, kiss their cheek; but actually rarely gets in a relationship

Super clumsy

Will probably accidentally turn your face purple (her spells go wrong half the time just bc she messes up the words and realises it a second too late)

Often questioned if she wasn’t adopted bc of how smart her mum and siblings are and how many times she makes things worse with her spells

Her laughter can be heard from miles away and will annoy people more often than not, specially bc she’s laughing 24/7

Her English name is Gemma but bc of reasons stated above often conveniently gets mistaken for ‘Germ(a)’, ‘Germiny Cricket’, etc. (it’s GEMma!! like a gem!!!)

Honestly, will get on your nerves a LOT with how loud and obnoxiously optimistic she is at times

VERY proud of her house!!! 

idk where i’m going with this (seemed like a better idea when i just started writing it honestly) but please give her friends and give her enemies because i’m still angst trash. feel free to hate her bc of how annoying she gets, feel free to try and shut her up but also feel free to plot with me bc i want to get this muse going :~(

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