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hcneysins ; muses adored by kay &. dependent for aureliushq. ⌊ twenty5, she/her, est ⎤
DRACO MALFOY ✩ fourth year, twenty4, slytherin, he/him, & potionmaking ↳ introduction
SEAMUS FINNEGAN ✩ fourth year, twenty4, gryffindor, he/him & magizoology ↳ introduction
AMARA AHMADI ✩ second year, twenty1, hufflepuff, she/they & magical engineering ↳ introduction
MICAH HWANG ✩ third year, twenty3, ravenclaw, he/him & double specialization in magical history & alchemy ↳ introduction
"indeed it is, my good-willed friend," willow answered with a salute of their first and second fingers against their forehead, recalling him from his insistence to not drink at the masquerade hall. if he sticks around for much longer, he might get caught up in a little more than partaking in contraband liquor at a school event. "oh, it was that little wench lottie. you're right, slytherins always tell on themselves by speaking their terrible values a little too loud.. and then they get miffed whenever they're called out on it," they can't help but go off on such a tangent, huffing out a breath through their nose in their irritation. "i'd eradicate this school of all its slytherins, if i could." a bit of an extreme take, but in their anger, willow doesn't know how to hold their tongue with such statements.
while receiving a confirmation is not the least bit surprising, micah shifts his weight in silent wariness of the upcoming event. his area of expertise lies in curating and crafting a well-organized essay, not so much persuasion … and he highly doubts that willow is someone who’ll be swayed by a few choice words. ❝ i feel like if you encounter one slytherin then you’ve talked to them all, but i’m not familiar with lottie. though by your words it seems like i should keep it that way, ❞ micah answers, a breath of a laugh passing through his lips and briefly hanging from the chill in the air before being floated away. ❝ i would say that sounds awfully slytherin of you,❞ he says to his housemate in amusement. ❝ do you reckon she’ll show ?? ❞
open, for anyone. location, near the whomping willow.
"come to witness mine and lestrange's duel?" willow wonders aloud at the sound of nearing footsteps, not much worry that it's some professor or auror on patrol, since they're absolutely certain they'll be able to play it off as some sort of jest. there's no staff presence in the aurelius group chat, so there's not much of a chance that they'll be aware of the duel to take place out of lottie's decision to pick a fight with them. "you won't be here long, if so. i have a feeling there's not much more to her brain than the billywigs flying around in there."
❝ is that what’s about to go on here ?? ❞ micah asks in lieu of an actual response. not that he’s attempting to hide much since his knowledge on said duel was non-existent up until this moment. with his few run-ins with the other wix, micah is becoming all the more aware that willow tends to thrive in chaos, so a duel doesn’t seem to far off on what they’d get up to in their free time. ❝ which lestrange managed to get you so miffed ?? or, i suppose, what’d you get up to that resulted in a duel ?? ❞ the last conversation micah recalls with willow was at the ball, questioning whether to drink or not was a wise decision with all the oddities happening at aurelius. fast forward to the untimely death of madam rosmerta and the discovery of her body. micah shifts at the memory. ❝ the lot of slytherin’s mix up ambition for foolishness. ❞
open, for anyone. location, the transfiguration courtyard.
"i hardly know the man, how am i supposed to convince you to vote for him?" pansy sneers from where she's seated on the balcony overlooking the portion of the black lake that runs through the school grounds, barely looking up from the textbook in her lap as she regarded them. just because aster's father, her soon to be step father, was running for minister of magic, doesn't automatically sign her up to be one of his campaign staff. "rub your two braincells together and make your own decisions for merlin's sake."
it’s with little effort that draco attempts to hide the blatant amusement on his features as pansy offers nothing but scathing words to the unfamiliar gryffindor hovering behind his friend. the nameless ( and easily forgettable ) student stutters out a reply, flushing as crimson as their house sweater once they notice draco as an audience before fleeing the courtyard. lips quirked upward, he offers a slow clap in response while he approaches pansy. ❝ lacks your typical bite, but i imagine receiving such queries as often as you are can be troublesome, ❞ draco replies as he drops down his bag, nimble fingers moving to further button up his cardigan as a defense against the chill.
location: near the divination booth with: open !
“‘Your love life will be a constant battle until you open your heart’? What a load of doxy dung.” Valeriya huffed as she exited the divination booth, a heavy glare on her face. Any cold that was in the air was instantly warmed by the fiery anger the witch felt in regard to the supposed prediction the alleged seer had come up with. Unfortunately for anyone who bumped into Val, her anger was easily directed towards whomever so much as slightly irked her. “Don’t bother wasting your sickles on that old hag, she sees the future about as well as a dementor.” She spoke harshly to the next wix who crossed her path.
after spending some time at madam puddifoot’s warming up from the cold with a few choice teas, draco decides it’s time venture back out into the chilly weather with an attempt to experience all that the festival has to offer. ice skating was still on his list of things to do, but then again, that would require entertaining company and someone to blame should he fall. grey hues are searching the crowd for any of his friends when the biting words of another, directed at him stop him in his track. ❝ the fault lies in your logic of believing that seer has anything near truth to relay. unlike yourself, i have common sense which guides me away from such nonsense and spending money on the trivial guessings of an elderly woman. ❞
not a sexyman not a babygirl, but a secret third thing
some cunt
LOCATION: a booth inside alchemy cafe WHO: draco & blaise @amortentva
despite the many heating charms draco placed on his mittens ( and by default his hands ), the residual damp and chilly feeling clings to him like a second skin. even as draco and blaise settle into the booth they claimed inside the alchemy cafe. the booth down main street garnering most of the attention, leaving the actual establishment pleasantly less busy, while also giving draco the opportunity to warm up. ❝ i feel like it took me longer than usual to track you down. what have you gotten up to so far ?? ❞ draco asks, wrapping his hands around the warmth of his tea mug in an attempt to warm up. ❝ i saw a second year get kicked by the hippogriff and i swore i saw some teeth flying. gross but it offered a source of entertainment until the girlfriend started crying. at that point i decided to go ice skating — i reckon i missed my calling; i’m actually quite good. have you gone yet ?? ❞
LOCATION: outside the ice skating rink WHO: seamus & weston @amortentva
seamus may have gotten an earlier start on the elf-made wine than he had planned, especially since he wanted to grab skates and fire off on the ice, even if he ended up eating shit and falling on his ass. people fell all day long and if anyone tried to judge him for being slightly tipsy then that was a judgemental person seamus didn’t wanna be around. speaking of falling on his ass — it’s nearly something he does now thanks to the right twat of a guy who stops short in front of him, causing seamus to walk right into a firm back. ❝ oi, mate. you good ?? ❞ seamus asks, blue hues blinking owlishly as he steps away from being pressed right up the other person. though, once realization settles that it’s weston of all blokes, a grin pulls at his features. ❝ oh, sorry. should we be pretendin' that we don’t know each other ?? ❞ he glances around them to see if any of their classmates were in the near vicinity. ❝ i forget you have this as a foreplay thing. ❞
LOCATION: central square WHO: seamus & minseok @moonslost
❝ how early would you say is too early to drink ?? i would say i’m askin’ hypothetically, but i heard the three broomsticks booth is sellin’ elf-made wine and that shit hits you quick, so i’m excited, ❞ seamus turns to ask minseok, bringing his mitten-less hands up to his mouth and exhaling, hoping his breath would heat them up. it’s his own fault for forgetting his gloves. would a heating charm work directly on his hands ?? food for thought. ❝ i still wanna go see the baby hippogriff but i’m afraid if i’m blasted off elf wine and go arse over tit in front of it then i might wake up with pomfrey nursin’ me out of a concussion. ❞
LOCATION: just outside madam puddifoot's WHO: micah & cedric @mcgicals
the winter lights festival was proving to be just as phenomenal as everyone was saying leading up and for once, it felt good to have his expectations exceeded from what he initially expected. given, past events left him wary of attending upcoming events for fear of another attack or yet another death, but the winter wonderland was turning his mood around. he was leaving honeyduke’s intending to head for hot chocolate at madam puddifoot’s when he slipped on a patch of ice, bumping into one of the cups of tea when it dumped its hot contents over his head. ❝ well, that’s one way to keep myself warm, i suppose, ❞ micah says aloud after a moment of silence as the situation sunk in. he’s not quite sure who he’s speaking to as he swipes the knitted hat off his head and wrings out the tea before muttering a drying charm. ❝ these cups of tea are temperamental, no ?? i’d say keep your eyes peeled for them so you don’t meet my same fate. ❞
pansy's head turns to meet seamus' gaze with her own, half-lidded with her exasperation at having to deal with him so early in the evening. she was hoping she could've at least gotten a few shots in before suffering through his foolish attempts at bewitching her. her hands raise to offer a few half-hearted claps in response, and she offers hopefully her one and only compliment of the night, "half a point to gryffindor for your correct assumption, finnegan," as if she has the authority to even assign points in the first place, "i've been tending to it every weekend, when you lot are done with it for the week. i'm surprised you're here, though, shouldn't the magizoology board only have one beast on display?"
while seamus can’t exactly pinpoint the exact reasons why he consistently tries to pull the moves on pansy, he knows that at some point she’ll have to appreciate his wit and charm. not to toot his own horn, but his starter was solid. even if she rebukes his advances ( as she does most frequently ), her insults oftentimes have the opposite of her intended effect. he loves a girl with attitude and pansy has that in tenfold — making her all the hotter, with a questionable joy that courses through him with each snarky comment. ❝ i do have a brain up here contrary to the popular belief held by many, ❞ seamus answers with a light finger tap to his head, riding the high of her claps in response to his compliment. ❝ no worries, love, the beast is contained within me pants. it’s a bit of a showstopper but i don’t go showin’ it off just to just anybody, yeah ?? i have standards. ❞ he takes pansy’s insult in stride, at this point no longer miffed by them, but choosing to throw it back at her with his own fun.
reuben stood beside the other, his back facing toward where draco’s front faced. he wanted to be as eye-to-eye with the other boy as possible, but found it hard to put himself in any position that would make their conversation more friendly. still being new to the whole ‘making friends’ business, there was little that a lack of manners would get in the way of reuben’s attempts to make connections. “actually, about five hundred thousand people die a day, but who’s counting?” he turned himself around so they were faced in the same direction. reuben looked the other over, his shirt looked completely fine, and reuben was not one for being underdressed. “get a new one.” he said, before trying to guide their conversation towards something, according to himself, far more interesting. “are you sincerely pretending that you have never done anything stupid?”
out of all routes the conversation could take, somehow the ravenclaw managed to take draco by surprise. grey hues avert up from his notes to blink owlishly at the brunette, head tilting in thought as he assesses reuben. draco twirls his quill between his fingers as a silence settles over the two of them before speaking up. ❝ five thousand you say ?? any specifications as to how ?? ❞ he chooses to omit the threat dancing on the tip of the tongue about making the number five thousand and one. instead, he lays his quill down on his parchment and crosses his arms. ❝ well obviously, ❞ draco drawls, tone laced in such dryness that he could envision a tumbleweed passing by. ❝ i’m not a bloody wealsey. i can afford to buy myself new clothes, but that wasn’t the point i was making. ❞ letting out a sigh, draco closes his eyes momentarily before they open back up at reuben’s next question to look at him incredulously. ❝ stupid is unbecoming of a malfoy. not to mention, everything of which i do is quite the opposite. i hope that answers your question. ❞ draco pauses and raised his eyebrows at the other. ❝ pray tell, is there a fair case of stupidity in the ravenclaw house or is that monopolized by the gryffindors ?? ❞
there's only ONE voice that's brave enough to speak above the crowd like the one he hears, and his suspicions are confirmed when his gaze whips in the direction of the voice to spot amara barreling towards him. he's trying his absolute hardest to keep the small hungarian horntail dragon inside of the wrist of his robes, and george is grinning a bit too innocently for it to seem like he's not up to something. "no, no, m'not busy at all. nothing is going on. i'm free in the seeable present, if you so please," tumbles out of his mouth, quick as can be as he moves to hold his hands behind his back.
it’s easy to ignore the grumpy rumblings of the students behind them as amara fixes their attention on george, offering a benevolent smile in lieu of their previous complaints of the crowd. there’s something slightly off about the other that amara can’t put their finger on — like one of those where’s waldo games in magazine that their brothers always handed of to them. something was hidden and different enough to raise their shackles up, but unforeseen to amara’s naked eye. they squint and playfully point their finger at him. ❝ you’re up to something. you have the same look on your face that i did when i was seven and snuck a puppy into our house and tried to hide it from my dad, ❞ amara says, chocolate hues squinting momentarily before waving her hand, as though swiping away the comparison. ❝ as long as it doesn’t impact me then i’ll in blissful ignorance. would you prefer heading back to the gryffindor common room or do you wanna go see if yellow is your color in hufflepuff ?? we could grab snacks as pass by the kitchens. ❞
❝ peeves? a great addition to the ball? ❞ her eyebrows raise with her question, looking at seamus as if he's just grown an extra head. ❝ we're talking about the same poltergiest, right? loud clothes, louder voice? spilt my ink all over my essay last term? ❞ scarlet's words come out as a whisper, not wanting to somehow summon him, knowing if he was here she'd certainly be haunted for that. ❝ i think that our fun is a much better idea, ❞ she says with a smirk, grabbing one of his crostini's from his plate as he leans in. ❝ is that a trick question? of course. ❞
❝ i said what i said, didn’t i ?? ❞ seamus quips in return, cocking an eyebrow at scarlet while shooting her a wide smile. ❝ chaos it may be but at least it’ll be fun chaos. ain’t nothin’ better. now you know to cast a spell on your essays to prevent stains. in a way he taught you a lesson, yeah ?? ❞ he’s aware that he’s playing devil’s advocate considering majority of students have been personally made a target by the poltergeist, but seamus likes to think his appreciation of peeves has kept the target on his back relatively smaller than most. he snickers as scarlet takes one of his crostini’s and shuffles in closer toward her in an effort the hide the flask from view of the dancefloor, before offering it out. ❝ get some liquid confidence in you and then the fun can start. ❞
status: open to everyone
where: the whomping willow
when:just after enforced curfew
Matilda stands in the pouring rain, mascara running down her cheeks under the downpour and clothes soaked through “ Meow Meow - c’mon meow meow ”, she calls out, desperately trying to coax her fifteen-year-old, one-eyed Maine coon from beside the trunk of the temperamental tree. “ fuck ’’ she mumbles in frustration, wiping the hair from her face as she notes the figure approaching her “ I know - I know its curfew but I can’t - I can’t just leave her out here, and she’s not - she’s not listening to me ” there’s an unmistakable note of annoyance and frustration mixed with desperation in her voice “ and I can’t leave her out here ” she repeats as if the person beside her is Dumbledore himself “ I wouldn’t want to be left out in the rain - especially if I was really old and only had one eye. ”
there’s little else that irritates draco more than the weather surprising him and being caught in the rain, but he supposes that the newly implemented curfew in lieu of the events at the masquerade ball was quickly climbing up the list. hardly incompetent by any means, draco cast a drying charm on him at the first drop to dampen his skin, though not much can be said for his fellow students who made a mad dash back toward the castle — whether because of the rain or the curfew is unknown. to be frank, he doesn’t care in the slightest. only finding somewhat amusement in their low intelligence of forgetting they’re bloody wix and don’t need to unnecessarily get soaked by the rain. draco originally has sights set on getting back inside to sit by the fire in the slytherin common room, but once he sees the poor sod drenched and pleading with their cat is matilda of all people, he reckons he’d do blaise a solid to help her out. ❝ are you forgetting you’re a wix with magic ?? ❞ draco calls out in exasperation, not at all wanting to be out here longer than he needs to be. ❝ stun the bloody cat or even accio it for crying out loud. it’s not like you’re a goddamn muggle, matilda. ❞ it’s in a small act of kindness that draco bites his tongue regarding the cat’s appearance heavily showcasing its age.
sensing his hesitance, they can only lean in just the slightest bit further with an ear out to hear if he truly goes through with it; somewhat of a test of theirs, to see just how much push and pull they can get away with. when he caves in, willow offers a happy noise and a nod in response, pride tinging their tone as they tease him, "of course you can, no need to be so formal. it's just light rum, is all.. i'm not the biggest fan of firewhiskey, if i'm honest, and that's all others carry 'round these days." they're not too bothered by the close proximity of the two with their leg still keeping micah near, but have to admit that it's incredibly amusing to see how flustered it makes him. "are you really so skittish? as if aurelius is ever this interesting," willow scoffs, holding out the flask for him to take if he's so inclined now that he knows what the silver container is filled with. "we're surrounded by staff, and the scavenger hunt is always stupid little riddles that'll have us back here with our coins in no time. let loose a little."
it’s very easy for micah to pick up on the fact that he’s well over his head in this interaction. while he’s not quite certain of the outcome, his analytical mind tells him it’s best to skirt the borders of hesitance until he can begin to see where anything seems to be leading. not that micah has plans to get drunk tonight — the complete opposite, really. many may consider him a bore for it, but micah hardly sees the appeal of drinking something in excess that will maike him feel like proper shite in the morning. even so, there’s an unmistakable small ping of satisfaction that zips through him at the other’s satisfied hum from his question. micah doesn’t have time to unpack what it means, instead choosing to focus on a response. ❝ light rum…of course, ❞ to be truthful, he wasn’t even aware there was a hard rum in comparison. brown hues flicker down to their leg, still holding him in place, and he clears his throat before averting his gaze back to theirs. ❝ interesting isn’t the word i would use and neither is skittish. i would say wary. being hyper aware is never a bad thing. ❞ micah frowns at the word choice, despite how fitting it could be. aside from aurelius, he had nowhere to go that acted as an anchor to britain’s magical world, so he didn’t want to consider anything that could possibly impact the school and keep him away. the thought has him hesitate before accepting the flask. ❝ don’t you think drinking will make solving the riddles harder than it needs to be ?? there are some nice prizes, so i’ll be surprised if none catch your attention. ❞
“How ever will we manage that?” The blonde smirked as she awaited more details of what exactly was on the man’s mind. She placed one of the finger foods from her plate into her mouth offering him a smile once she swallowed. “You had me at fun, Seamus.” Astoria told him happily before allowing her eyes to scan around the room, wanting to ensure their conversation didn’t contain any unwanted listeners. “Please, there’s got to be somewhere quieter we can go to share, yeah?” Blue hues briefly scanned over his appearance as the words left her mouth, slowly stopping once their gaze met.
astoria’s question very easily manages to get a laugh out of seamus, turning his attention to grin over at the blonde. ❝ should be easy since trouble seems to follow you wherever you go, ❞ seamus teases, well aware that the same could wholeheartedly be thrown right back at him. case in point: his detention next week courtesy of mcgonagall. if there was one thing that seamus appreciates about his friendship with astoria the most, is that the two could be as thick as thieves with the promise of fun laced with a lil bit of mischief. what she says next has his grin widen and he winks at astoria, slipping the flask back into his robes pocket. ❝ lead the way, m’lady. i must say though, slippin’ away with a gorgeous girl might give people the wrong intention, ❞ he answers, knowing that the insinuation for many would be evident given seamus’s proclivity for hookups.
