His footsteps carried him down the hallway, away from the Great Hall, where he’d just wrapped up his lunch (a plate of spaghetti with extra Parmesan, two glazed doughnuts, and a large bowl of blueberries). The school buzzed with the energy leftover from the Quidditch match, the gossip leftover from its after-parties, and the excitement building with every day that brought the student body closer to the Yule Ball. He’d snuck a handful of the berries out with him, a snack for the road as he’d put it if anyone asked.
Which left him to eat his blueberries in peace. His fingers would be stained purple later, which would undoubtedly get all over his pants and wouldn’t be pointed out to him until he’d worn the stains all day and all night.
“Watch it, Kwon,” uttered at him from over a shoulder, attached to which was the hand that had swatted him across the back of his head when its owner and his friends passed by in a flurry of upperclassmen height and scarlet robes and jostling shoulders. The action itself had sent most of his blueberries bouncing out of his hand and rolling across the floor. One hit the toe of his right sneaker and left a small purple stain. Another squished underfoot. The rest scattered, some under a nearby stone bench, others getting caught in cracks in the ancient floor. He stood there for several moments, staring at the blueberries littering the floor of the otherwise empty hallway before he plopped the remaining few in his mouth and stooped to clean up the scattered mess.
Then he heard his name uttered again, this time with less poison, less intention to dig and cut and break. He glanced over his shoulder, smile ready, in spite of everything, for his friend, also clad in scarlet.
it’s different this time.
cody kwon was an infamous target for ruffians and bullying. despite the efforts of the professors, prefects and his friends (which, irene started to think was a very small, often absent bunch considering how many incidences have been reported with the small brunet), he still manged to be the resident doormat. it was pitiful and frustrating for the most part but that was before when he was still just a fifth year schoolmate in hufflepuff house.
now, it was her brother being shoved around the hallways.
irene’s mouth twists into a snarl before she realises it. rationality wins her over in the end, because hexing her fellow housemates so openly wouldn’t bode well for anyone involved, but she’d catch them in the common room soon enough. professor kim seokjin had a soft spot for cody kwon, and irene had little doubt that he would deal a cruel and unusual punishment if she’d sent them to him.
“cody,” irene greets, dropping her glare to match his smile. “hey, uh, have you got a minute to spare?”
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