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Meet the Students! - SEVENTEEN! - Discord Server
Hogwarts Altior, Seventeen AU!
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Hello Anon! Once again, this blog holds the essential information of the AU for writers to do with as they will. If people are not writing for it, that's not the blog's fault.
if you'd like to write a fic with the AU, we encourage it!
— Professor Lexi
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Hello Anon! This blog isn't a blog for the fics themselves. It was made for the explicit purpose of just having the important information, and contexts about the AU, In one easily accessible place for anyone who is interested in writing for the AU, and it also serves as a central hub for Hogwarts Altior fics that other people have written.
if you'd like to write a fic with the AU, we encourage it!
~ Headmaster, Rie.
Meet the Students! - Joshua Hong
"Oh hey! Jeonghan shot me a text that you were looking for me? It's nice to meet you! I'm Joshua, Joshua Hong. I'm a 5th year Recreational Herbology major, I'm actually graduating this year. I run the Horticulture club with Jeonghan, but he'll be taking over once I graduate; unless I want to take another course here."
"I'm actually here to ask about the gardening club actually, Jeonghan mentioned that you'd be able to take me in?" "Seriously? I didn't take you as the type."
"What do you mean? I mean I know I'm bad at gardening, but it is really that obvious?"
"Oh. Jeonghan didn't tell you what we actually do there, didn't he?" He rubs his temples and shakes his head, "Nevermind. You're welcome to join us but we don't really garden there. You'll find out in time. I think a better, and more honest, way to spend your extra time here at Hogwarts is the open grounds with the care for magic creatures guys. They love having visitors, Junhui Wen is one of my friends. Just look for him."
"If for any reason you need to look for me, here's a copy of my class schedule. And do me a favor, don't mention the horticulture club to the professors."
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Meet the Students! - SEVENTEEN
Welcome to Hogwarts! We're glad to have met you, lets make this year a good one, one with adventure and mystery. We hope to see you around, after all, we're friends now! Please take care of us!
Welcome to Hogwarts! Now that you've met all our students, we have a few more things to introduce you to from our little universe!
Let me introduce our admin team!
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With the last of the character profiles uploaded, we are officially launching the Hogwarts Altior Official Discord server!
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Meet the Students! - Chan Lee
You leave the greenhouse after a while, heading to the debate club room to hang out with Seungkwan and Wonwoo to pass the time before your next class starts.
Around half-way through your yap-sesh, the Slytherin boy that was out of his mind before enters the room with a flushed face, sheepish grin on his boyish face.
"Hi, I'm Chan, Chan Lee. We've met before but I was too high to properly introduce myself." He said, before politely greeting the guys you were hanging out with, "I'm a 1st year, Ancient Runes major. Since you seem pretty close with the other guys, I feel like we'll see each other often. So! Here's a copy of my schedule. See you around!"
He turns to leave, the three of you wave to Chan and wish him to stay safe, before returning to your previous topic.
Meet the Students! - Hansol Vernon Chwe
You receive a text from Joshua, 'Hey, if ur still interested in hanging with us gardening club guys, we're in greenhouse no.2, see u there.'
You shrug, you don't see any harm in hanging out with the guys. Once you arrive at the greenhouse Joshua mentioned, you recognize Joshua, Jeonghan, and Soonyoung. With two other guys you don't recognize.
The second guy you don't recognize, a Slytherin fellow, looks high out of his mind, and he most likely is.
The greenhouse smells strongly of weed, something your nose scrunches up at, it smells really funky.
Joshua, Jeonghan, and Soonyoung greet you warmly, the Gryffindor boy waves at you, and.... yeah the other Slytherin is still out of it.
After some pleasantries with the three you already met, you turn to the Gryffindor boy who could still speak and introduce yourself.
"Oh? You're new here? Sick. I'm Hansol Vernon Chwe, but most people just call me Hansol, or Vernon, it's whatever. What's my Major again?.... ah, I'm a first year double major, Astronomy and Magic Arts. Nice to meet you."
"That guy passed out over there is Chan, I'm sure you'll get a chance to introduce yourself when he's.... well, when his head is less in the clouds."
"Here's a copy of my schedule, the older guys talk about you a lot, so we might be hanging out more often."
Meet the Students! - Seungkwan Boo
You riffle through all the documents the other guys have handed you, deciding to head to the Debate club room to check it out.
The old wood door creaks with its own weight, causing the only person in the room to whip his head towards the sounds. His eyes light up at the unfamiliar face. "Welcome! Are you interested in joining the debate club?"
You introduce yourself to the overly friendly guy, only then did he realize that he forgot to introduce himself in his excitement.
"I'm Seungkwan Boo by the way! I'm a 2nd year Potions major, I'm usually here in the debate club room just waiting for people if they want to join. So? Are you interested?" He asked eagerly, you just nod and say that it seemed like a great place to also get peer reviews on your presentations.
"Good choice," He said, taking your organization application form. "Ironically we don't do much debating here, everyone is just too agreeable." He said, stapling your student file to the application form.
"Oh! Since we'll be seeing each other more often, here's a copy of my schedule. I'm excited to see you around!"
Meet the Students! - Minghao Xu
You find the calligraphy club with some difficulty. Not that the club was secretive, it was just that nobody has been interested in the club in a while.
You find Minghao by himself near the large window, savoring the natural light and listening to music through his headphones.
You wave your hand at Minghao to get his attention, he offers a polite smile before speaking, "Hi, what can I help you with?"
You mention your interest in somehow joining the club, "Mingyu sent me, by the way." You add after.
Minghao's face flashes an expression of familiarity, "Oh! Why didn't you say so?" He said, standing from his seat and patting his robes down. "I'm Minghao Xu, 5th year Aspectum-Charms major, graduating this year. You've met my roommate Seungcheol before."
"If you're interested in joining the club, it's not really an officially recognized one unfortunately. It hasn't been for a while on account of the lack of members. But you are free to join us any time."
"I'm assuming the other guys gave you a copy of their schedules? I'll give you mine just in case you need to find me. I'm always happy to help."
Meet the Students! - Mingyu Kim
You find the knitting club room without much difficulty. For some reason every girl you've come across knows exactly where it is. It must be a really popular club.
You try looking over the heads of the people around the room, trying to look for Seokmin's friend who was part of this club. You spot a guy in Slytherin robes that looks like he was taking up more space than the others.
You approach him first, "Hi! Are you Mingyu Kim?" You ask once you had his attention.
"Yes, that would be me." He answers politely. "You must be the person Seokmin told me about. The knitting club is a little packed right now, but if you don't mind how cramped it is, we'd love to have new members!"
"I know I already introduced myself, but let me start over. I'm Mingyu Kim, 4th year Gustus-Charms major, graduating this year! Since you're looking for other things to do, my friend Minghao is in the calligraphy club! Just say I sent you."
"Here's a copy of my schedule! Let's hang out some time!"
Meet the Students! - Seokmin Lee
Arriving at the auditorium, the theater club is just making preparations for their next project, members scattered around the area doing their own thing.
You spot Seokmin near the back, rummaging through his bag looking for something. He finally found his coughdrops and popped one into his mouth. Hours of vocal warm-ups really took a toll on him.
Clearing your throat behind him to get his attention, this startles him a bit, before turning to face you with a bright smile.
"Hi! I'm Seokmin Lee, I'm a 5th year magic criminology major. It's nice to meet you!" He said cheerfully, "I heard from Woozi hyung that you were interested in some extra curricular programs to pass your time? The theater club is going to host auditions after our production ends, you're free to audition if you're still looking!" He said, handing you a flyer with all the information about the upcoming audition.
"If you're still looking for somewhere to pass your time, my friend Mingyu is in the knitting club! It's oddly popular with the girls... can't think of a reason why though."
"Here's a copy of my schedule if you need to look for me! Hope to see you around more often!
Meet the students! - Jihoon Lee
You find a shorter man perched on one of the benches, tuning and strumming his guitar.
"Oh hey, Wonwoo told me you're looking for me."
"Yes! I heard you're part of a band? Is that a school-sactioned one or just one with you're friends?"
"It's the school band, nothing too fancy. You're free to sit in one of our sessions if you'd like, band applications are open next semester. I'm Jihoon Lee by the way, 4th year Auditus-Charms Major, graduating this year."
"The theater club is open for applications though, my friend DK is their star boy, you should look for him."
"Here's a copy of my schedule if you want to find me. I'd prefer it if you don't come to find me, though.
Meet the Students! - Wonwoo Jeon
"Excuse me, are you Wonwoo Jeon?"
The man with glasses is startled in his seat, surprised at the sudden call, "Woah, government name." He took a second to compose himself, "Yes, that's me. But people usually call me Wonu. What's up?"
"Well, Soonyoung tells me you're part of the debate club? I was actually interested to find out what that was about."
"Oh yeah! I'm the president, actually, I'm graduating from my masters this year, but I'm coming back for my masters for 6 years. If you're interested in joining us you can join us this weekend. If you want to be an official member you'd have to wait 'till the next semester though."
"That's fine with me, see you then!"
"Great, the debat club is a little intense though. If you want other options, my housemate is in the band, maybe you'll click there."
"By the way, here's a copy of my schedule if you ever want to find me."
Meet the Students! - Soonyoung Kwon
You find yourself walking towards the Quidditch pitch to find a guy called "Hoshi." You think it's an interesting name.
You see a few pairs of Slytherin quidditch robes flapping on the air, practice being underway as the new season is about to start. You stand in the pitch greens watching them play.
Soonyoung eventually comes down from his broom, rummaging through his bag for his water bottle.
He notices you standing there, waving a shy hand to you, "Oh, hi there! I'm Soonyoung Kwon. It's nice to meet you."
"Hi! Junhui sent me. I wanted to see what clubs and organizations are available around here, and he said to come to you."
"That's awesome!" Soonyoung beams with a bright smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "I'm in the Gardening club with Josh, but I'm sure he told you we're not that green-thumbed."
You rifle through the documents you've received from each student, huffing at what your next options could be.
Soonyoung sees your frustration and smiles. "If you like to talk more, though, Wonwoo is the captain of the debate team. He's a great guy!"
"It was really nice chatting, but I have to get back to practice, here's a copy of my schedule if you want to find me. See ya!
the prefect's bathroom
Summary: Sneaking around in the prefects bathroom with your insanely horny boyfriend
Characters/Pairing: Joshua X F!Reader
Genre: Smut, porn with a minuscule amount of plot if you squint
AU/Trope info: Non-idol!AU, Hogwarts Altior!AU, Established Relationship
Word Count: 632
Warnings: Use of the nickname 'baby', praise, exhibitionism, bath pool sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, fingering, marking, overstimulation, hair pulling
Rating: 18+
A/N: Re-upload from my old blog!! I'm re-uploading my own work, I did not plagiarize. @hogwartsaltior au!!
Maybe sneaking around in the prefects bathroom wasn't the best idea you and Joshua ever had, but his long fingers rubbing your clit managed to snuff that last bit of hesitation out of you.
"Ah- Shua-" You breathe out, low and airy, his hair tickling your cheek as he sucked harsher at the skin just below your collarbone, making sure that your uniform would cover it.
"Shhh, try to keep quiet for me baby. We don't want anyone catching us here like this." He whispers into your skin, looking up to make eye-contact with the mermaid mural who looked flustered witnessing you two's actions.
The hand that wasn't prodding at your folds rested behind your head, fingers running through the roots of your hair just to grip it and give it a harsh tug, the stinging made you gasp in surprise and pleasure, Joshua using this opportunity to kiss down the valley of your breasts, moaning into your skin.
Joshua enters his fingers into your heat, the feeling of his fingers scissoring your cunt open was enough to pull a loud moan from you, the sound vibrating and echoing around the bathroom. Joshua closes his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and slightly pulling it with his teeth as his fingers start a steady pace pumping into you.
Joshua hitting the spongey part inside you was enough to almost make you forget where you were, not caring about being loud anymore. Joshua smirks at this, pulling his fingers out of you and placing his hands on the ledge of the pool, letting go of your hair, he pulls you in for a heated kiss, your arms wrap around his neck as you massage the roof of his mouth with your tongue.
Joshua grips your hips as he pushes his fat dick into you, the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out more than his fingers made you gasp and whine into his mouth, Joshua drinking up your sounds of pleasure.
"Please, please, move Shua, I need you-!" You whine into his mouth, horny out of your mind, Joshua just pecks your cheek and tightens his grip on your hips, starting a slow and steady roll of his hips.
You gasp and whine everytime his hips meet yours, the water moving is slow waves around you, occasionally splashing out. Soon, both of you get impatient, the force of Joshua's harder and faster thrusts basically pins you the the side of the pool, your nails dragging on his broad back leaving angry red lines in their wake.
You moan loudly, string of curse words and Joshua's name almost being covered by the sound of the water being disturbed so much that its splashing almost everywhere. "Shua- clit-" You gasp out, Joshua groans into your ear, fingers finding your swollen bud to rub it harshly in tandem with his powerful thrusts.
The tip of his fat cock keeps hitting your sweet-spot, your legs around his thin waist shaking with anticipation, a tight, hot coil tightens in your abdomen as both of you keep moaning in a higher and higher pitch.
"Fuck, baby I'm gonna cum, you want me to spill my load into you?" Joshua says, biting his lip after.
"Yes, Joshua, please give me all your cum-!" You moan, clenching around his cock like a vice, trying to milk him for his worth.
Both of you cum with a whine and a groan, the force of your orgasm causing you to sob out a strangled string of curse words as you feel Joshua's load filling you to the brim. Joshua takes his hand that was on your clit to feel your abdomen, he feels a bit of resistance as he smirks at the thought of it being his cum filling you good.
high & dry | 𝖍𝖛𝖈
➸ First story in the @hogwartsaltior universe! ୨୧ pairing: chwe (vernon) hansol x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 4.5k ୨୧ genre: fluff ୨୧ tags: hogwartsaltior!au, dj!vernon, gardener!reader ୨୧ synopsis: Vernon is good with his words behind a microphone and with hundreds of students listening to him. Why is it so hard to talk to one girl in the gardening club?
“Thank you for listening to Chwe’s Power Hour sponsored by Hogwarts Altior. Have a good day and night folks.” Vernon puts the headphones down on his makeshift desk, surrounded by studio equipment and paperwork that he always neglects to turn in on time. His homework also sits unfinished in his backpack, but he’ll worry about that later. His focus is on looking over the stats for his latest stream.
Dokyeom, Vernon’s roommate and fellow Gryffindor, gives him a thumbs up as he scours the laptop screen in front of him for the numbers Vernon’s after. “Best show so far man.”
“But do the views say that?” Vernon looks over Dokyeom’s shoulder, anxiety bubbling in his stomach.
“Read it and weep, kid.” To his surprise, his best friend is actually right for once. Almost two hundred students listening in, both on and off campus. The outreach Vernon’s radio show has gotten so far is something to be incredibly proud of, but he wants more. Maybe if he can prove music is not a waste of time, his parents may take him more seriously when he talks about switching majors.
“Holy shit,” Vernon says out loud, smiling at the evidence.
“I know.” Dokyeom closes his laptop and begins getting his stuff together. “Listen, I gotta head to Combat Training, but we’ll go over the next show tonight.”
They exchange handshakes as Dokyeom exits the tiny office space the university gave them as a studio, leaving Vernon alone with his thoughts to ponder during what remains of his lunchtime.
Astrology isn’t the worst degree in the world, not by a long shot. He likes to learn about the constellations, the stars, how the planets moved in tandem with one another in a symbiotic pattern. And sure, being in one of the longest educational tracks seemed daunting, according to his friends, but it’s interesting to look up at the sky and know there’s a system up there that needs to be understood and appreciated like everything else.
But does he love it? After a year of studying, that remains to be seen.
What he does love, though, is his Power Hour.
It gives him a zest to his daily routine that didn’t exist before. His schedule had just been friends, Quidditch, and studying. It was fine at first, but being without something that truly drove him to do more, be more, had become taxing after a while.
Walking out of the building, he decides to go home and eat lunch in the comfort of his bed before his next class, Star Charts.
Vernon loves to take note of the greenery as he passes the gardens towards the student quarters. But he knows it’s deadly to step foot near the many plants and flowers, not just because of his allergies. He doesn’t want to smell like a joint if he steps in the wrong spot thanks to Josh and Jeonghan’s extracurricular activities in the horticulture club.
What does make him stop today, however, isn’t just the plants. It’s mostly the girl plucking weeds from the ground at the entrance of the courtyard, stealing his breath in a way pollen never could.
Face caked in soot and a messy bun at the top of your head, you know a steamy shower is in your plans as soon as classes are over. You loosened the yellow tie around your neck hours ago to focus on the gardening work in front of you, but it turns out to be a bad decision due to it flopping around in the wind. If only the last root could give…
You look up to see a guy facing your direction, mouth lightly agape and seemingly looking directly at your spot on the ground. Was something or someone behind you that you failed to notice? You turn your head to look over your shoulder, finding nobody down the path or coming out of the greenhouse you were in prior to your work outside.
You look back in the guy’s direction, but he’s gone. He’s speed-walking up the path to the student quarters when you do catch the image of him, his back quickly going out of sight.
Shrugging, you go back to the stubborn weed that has taken up too much of your time. Maybe you’ll cut it at the base and call it a day.
Vernon scribbles the score of the student’s assignment on the front of the paper, relieved it’s the last in the stack. TA duties have been completed to fruition, possibly for the first time in weeks. He wishes him and Wonwoo got to switch TA positions, but Vernon’s aware that it breaks all kinds of moral codes for a TA to also be a student of the very professor they’re assisting.
At least Vernon gets to see the architecture of the Law building for reference in his drawings. He didn’t have any painting classes yet, but the more he could practice now, the better. If he was to ever become as good as his mother, anyway.
The tall doors of Professor Sung’s class open, and Vernon almost can’t believe his eyes.
It’s you. You’re not covered in dirt but still entirely breathtaking, holding a large potted plant in your hands. As you walk closer, careful not to bump into the desks on your way towards him, he is unsure what to say for the first time to capture your interest.
You smile and set the pot down on Professor Sung’s desk. Both of you speak at the same time, words blended on top of each other’s.
“Sorry to bother-“
“I’m allergic to pollen.”
Your face morphs into confusion, but you laugh all the same. Vernon wants to immediately crawl into a hole. Why in all things magical did he just let those words come out of his mouth?
“Okay, noted.” You point to the plant. “This is for Professor Sung. It’s asphodel. No pollen, I promise.” You look over the graded papers on the desk. “You must be his TA.”
Vernon nods immediately and stops, feeling ridiculous again for being so eager and forthcoming with information. What was wrong with him? You were just a girl. A beautiful, cute, hardworking, breathtaking girl, but still a girl!
Your mouth goes slack in recognition, eyes suddenly widening. “I remember you now! You were outside of the student grounds the other day.”
Vernon laughs nervously. He puts the papers in front of him into a neat pile, trying to stifle his panic. All he remembers from that day is you and trying to run from the fact you caught him staring. The cringe he feels is excruciating. “Yeah. I like to look at the plants on my way to my room. You guys have done a great job with the…selection.”
You laugh again and bite your lip. “Yeah, it’s mostly me and Jeonghan. You probably know him.”
He nods again. “We practice together on the Quidditch field. Well, us and my roommate Seokmin.”
“I know Seokmin! And forgive me, I forgot to ask your name.” You hold your hand out politely and give him your name in turn.
How can a person be so gorgeous and nice? Vernon thinks maybe it has to do with your Hufflepuff placement, but he has a feeling the evidence lies in your personality. One he wants to get to know now as soon as possible.
“Hansol,” he replies after placing his palm in yours, your soft skin making him weak in the knees. “Most people know me as Vernon or DJ Chwe or Chwe but y’know—what I’m saying is, my name is Hansol.”
You smirk. “Nice to meet you, Hansol.”
You play on Vernon’s mind in a loop. The feeling mimics the visual graphic Dino made for Vernon’s radio station icon, the turning CD adorned with the words “CPH.”
“Alright, listeners, I hope that music mix brightened your day and leaves you in anticipation for the next one. My name is Hansol Vernon Chwe. Thank you for another installment of Chwe’s Power Hour, once again sponsored as always by Hogwarts Altior. And you have a good day and night. Peace!”
Dokyeom and Vernon take their. headphones off at the same time, Vernon’s best friend blowing out a breath. “At this rate, man, you’re going to be turning discs all over the world.”
Vernon chuckles. “I don’t know if I’d go that far, bro.”
“C’mon! You talk about it all the time. Pull the plug. Chase your dreams.” Dokyeom knocks Vernon in the shoulder with his fists multiple times, turning the younger boy into a heap of laughter. “And, maybe before that, let in the girl you’ve been talking about?”
Dokyeom motions for Vernon to look towards the clear windows of the station. When he does, he finds you there with a smile on your face, an entirely new plant in your hands. It’s smaller than the asphodel you harvested for Professor Sung. The plant, like its pot, is in an assortment of bright colors, mostly teals and greens.
Vernon motions for you to come inside, so you do. You greet Dokyeom before Vernon. “Seokmin and I share a free period, and he told me he helps you with your station stuff.” You smile and put the plant on Vernon’s desk near his headphones. “Don’t worry. No pollen.”
Vernon inspects it with his eyes, unfamiliar with the plant in front of him. His brows narrow in pure curiosity, and you answer the question that sits on the tip of his tongue.
“Muggles call them succulents. They’re really easy to take care of. Just a little sunlight and watering once a week should be enough.” You laugh to yourself and glance around the office space. “Thought the place could use some color.”
“Thank you,” Vernon says. His heart can’t help but be shaken up even more by your presence in his sacred space. He barely knows you, yet he’s so enraptured at your mere existence.
He used to make jokes about his friends when they were down bad for girls, ones that they knew were out of their leagues. Now, he feels like an asshole for doing so. Clearly the workings of the heart are something out of a person’s control.
Vernon isn’t idiotic enough to call it love, but it’s as intense as infatuation can be.
“I’m gonna go, but I’ll see you guys later.” As Dokyeom’s leaving, he raises his arms in the air in a silent chant for Vernon. Thankfully, you don’t notice Vernon’s idiotic best friend and roommate, entirely focused on him.
You stand there, unsure what to do now, but Vernon fills the space with the dumb courage he musters. “I was just on my way to grab a bite to eat. Do you want to join me?”
He stutters, suddenly trying to play it cool. “I mean, unless you have a meeting or something with the gardeners. In which case, I don’t want to intrude—“
You raise your hand to shut him up, giggling. “I would love to, Han.”
The nickname on your lips makes his heart stop and start again in a millisecond. He could get used to that. Definitely.
On the brink of midnight, Vernon gets a text from Jeonghan.
[YJH]: Got party favors in the greenhouse. U in?
Vernon groans, stuffing his head in the pillow. Should he smoke when he has an early class tomorrow and another Power Hour special? Probably not.
But the second text that pops up makes Vernon sit up straight in his bed.
[YJH]: Your missus is our DD, if that changes your mind ;)
Lunch a few days ago had been a success. You laughed at all of his jokes and even took his hand when he offered to help you up from the picnic table. Although you exchanged numbers at the end of the “date,” he hadn’t found the nerve to text you.
But now, he won’t waste the opportunity to see you.
Vernon puts on his old Quidditch hoodie and a bit of cologne to mask the odor. The next step after he sees you is to do his laundry to avoid smelling as much as possible. Homework sits somewhere in the middle of that plan.
He closes the door to the greenhouse behind him, the smell of the herbs hitting his face immediately. It wasn’t a mystery how Josh continued to supply himself and his friends with…supplements. As the president of the Horticulture club, he can access any specimens at any time. Surely it should been you, your care for plants and flowers not going unnoticed by him and probably your other classmates. Pretty privilege has to apply, for sure. But you’re much prettier than Josh, too, so what the fuck’s up with that?
You smile when you see Vernon enter the greenhouse. Your new friend skates by the stoned, giggly man-children sitting in the lawn chairs and passing their joint around. Hoshi is practically asleep, eyes almost closed and chuckles leaving his lips at the speed of a young schoolgirl. Vernon has the passing thought about how ironic it is all the Slytherins he knows take up their efforts with “gardening” yet probably know only a handful of plants.
“Hey, flower child,” Vernon says, sitting next to you on the workbench.
“Oh, spare me. Is that my nickname now?” You jut out your bottom lip, pouting.
“I think it’s nice. It fits!” Vernon motions with his hands to the surrounding vines and other foliage within the greenhouse.
You nod in agreement. “Okay, point taken.”
He looks over at the assignment you’re doing, some form of chemistry if he had to guess. “What’re you working on?”
“Lab stuff. If I want to be a herbologist, I have to pass this class,” you say with a groan.
“Wait, you’re telling me there’s actually something you’re not good at?”
You stick your tongue out at him, threatening to poke him with your pencil. “Just wait, you’ll see I have many flaws.”
He knows that can’t be true. To him, even the most minute flaw of yours is impeccable.
“But yeah, just balancing equations and the like. I know astrology is more metaphysical stuff, but—“
“I love chemistry,” Vernon says, standing up and grabbing leaves from random plants between his fingers. Strangely, the more he walks around and steps into your world, the more confident he feels. “Speaking of that, I wanted to ask—“
“Hansol, watch out!”
Little does Vernon realize his back is perfectly positioned in front of an adult sprig of venomous tantacula, the plant ready to spring for the sight of prey. In an instant, Vernon sees your wand appear from your side and ducks out of the way to avoid the impending spell.
“Diffindo!” The venomous tantacula shrivels as soon as its body is separated from the base of the plant. You breathe in a sigh of relief at the fact your friend has not met his demise at the hands of the creature. However, Vernon’s quick dive turned out to be a bad choice. He managed to drop into a large pile of terracota plant pots. Some of them cut up his arms and a small part of his face in the process of his crash landing.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” you ask, bending down to inspect his face. You touch a hand to his cheek, moving his face in your direction. Vernon responds with a gummy smile.
“Nothing a bandaid can’t fix.” Vernon releases a breathless laugh.
“I have a medical kit somewhere around here.”
You run to find it. Vernon’s just dumbfounded and pleased he got so close to you on a technicality. Yes, his face is probably bleeding a good amount, but he knows it’s worth it to see your pillowy lips and doe eyes up close and personal.
When Joshua stumbles up to Vernon on the brick floor of the greenhouse, stoned out of his mind, he laughs like a madman. “Did you fall or something?”
Vernon smirks, resting his head happily on the ground. “You could say that.”
The collection of vinyls, CDs, and musical content in Vernon’s room is a marvel. The piles are mixed in with the typical items in a guy’s room, socks strewn about the floor and star charts leaning against the wall. When you call Vernon a slob in a playful tone, he can’t deny it.
“I have to be in the mood to clean,” Vernon says in his defense.
You roll your eyes. You’ve met messier guys, but Vernon’s definitely making his way to the top of the list. “If I had to be in the mood to garden, half of the greenhouse would be withering away as we speak.”
“Is that how Josh keeps his presidential position, by only doing half of the work?” Vernon smirks, running his hands over the map in front of him. The homework needed to be done yesterday. Calling you as a reinforcement to make him focus is his best chance at getting it done.
Then again, seeing you now, he thinks that was a mistake. How can he focus when you’re in his room, chastising him to work and clean his room in such a cute way?
You may just be the end of his academic career as he knows it.
“No. Josh is a good president, and he really stands up for us with the student government. If he hadn’t advocated for muggle flora imports when they wanted to put more money in the Quidditch reserves, the greenhouse wouldn’t look half as good as it does right now.” You snap your fingers together. “Like the succulent in your radio station! Josh is technically to thank for that.”
“Don’t let him take the credit. I bet you put in a lot of effort growing that thing.”
You scoff and go back to inspecting his music collection. “Have you listened to every album you own?”
Vernon nods, smiling. “Some more than once. But that’s because some of those are my folks’ copies.” He gets up from his bed to stand next to you, tracing the outlines of the vinyl jackets with his fingers. “Like this one? Stevie Wonder’s In Square Circle? One of my favorites.”
The corners of your mouth turn up. “Surprises me you’re not a music undergrad. You already know so much.”
He chuckles sadly. “My parents thought it would be best to find something more practical to study.”
“Astronomy is practical?”
A smirk appears on his lips. “Point taken.”
You huff. “Anyway, it’s your life. It should be about what you love to dot. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer, but herbology’s my calling.”
“No kidding, flower child.”
“You know that nickname is cringe!”
In the midst of your banter, Vernon was unaware how much the distance between you closed. He can smell the perfume lingering on your neck, the scent of moondew driving him insane. His better impulses tell him not to stand so close. He should avoid inching further towards you. It’s wrong to focus on the look in your eyes that tells him not to stop.
Your breath hitches just a touch, and that’s his signal to throw all of his reservations out of the window. He presses your back to the vinyl player, caring little for the scratch of the record at the sudden movement. He can buy another one later.
He captures your lips with his and instantly feels every worry sap out of his being. You wrap your arms around him, hands firm against the back of his neck and fingertips grazing the ends of his hair. Magic in his world is not just exclusive to charms, potions, and cauldrons anymore.
He has you to thank for the definition expanding.
When a moan slips out of his mouth, you pull away breathless.
“Sorry if I was too forward. I—“ Vernon blurts out.
“No, no, don’t apologize.” You smile shyly. “I wanted you to.” You press your hands to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your palms. “Just don’t want to rush into anything.”
He nods without a second thought, hanging onto your words with glee. You’re into him. Enough to want him to kiss you, at least.
“Does this mean I can ask you on a proper date? Not just lunch after CPH?”
You giggle into his neck. “Yes, I would love that.”
After a month of secret kissing behind corridors, study dates in the library, and even Vernon helping tend to pollen-free plants in the garden with you, he may have to admit he’s fallen into the deep end.
But how does one say that, especially someone as terrible with non-lyrical words as him?
So, he decides the perfect way to tell you isn’t in the standard sense.
He writes.
He writes down his thoughts and feelings to a random beat that popped into his head, the rhymes that show up on the notepad in front of him exactly what’s inside of his heart. He makes final touches, moving a word around and then repeating some others. It’s not a full song, just the idea of one at this point, but it says what it needs to, and that’s more than enough.
Vernon texts his parents about his next special, and this time, they promise to listen. Maybe now he can prove to them it isn’t a fruitless endeavor not worth pursuing.
He puts the headphones over his head, one half of his mind occupied with a million thoughts and the other half excited to see what will come after the special. Dokyeom counts him in, mouth in a thin line from focus.
“Welcome to Chwe’s Power Hour, everyone. I’m Chwe Hansol, the man himself behind this lovely hour of music, and I thank you all for tuning into this special episode of the show.”
They go on as usual, answering user-created questions from the last stream and also playing a couple of requested songs. When they make it to the ten-minute mark, Vernon sees Dokyeom’s cue.
“So, recently, I met someone who has quickly become a very important part of my life. So, today, I want to share something that was on my mind with all of you.”
Vernon nods his head to Dokyeom who begins playing the backing track for Vernon’s song. Some guitar strings and a welcoming beat begin to play. The confidence suddenly rises out of Vernon, taking on its own life as he begins the song. The words come out of him effortlessly, the poetry he wrote for you synchronized with the music in a way that has even Dokyeom swaying in his seat cheerfully.
Flower child,
Why can’t I keep my thoughts off of ya?
You grow in my chest without my consent.
Please help when my heart’s under arrest.
Flower child,
I always recognize your steps
When you walk around my head.
The path you have to be familiar with.
Don’t tell me your interest’s a myth.
Flower child,
Is this garden ready to bloom?
You drive me wild.
Can I grow with you?
Flower child,
Can I show you?
You’ve left me beguiled,
Flower child.
The guitar and beat of the song fade out gradually. Dokyeom can’t help himself when he claps his hands together and cheers for his best friend, the sounds coming through in the stream. Vernon laughs and clears his throat.
“As you can hear, my co-host DK seems to have enjoyed my song.”
“Are you kidding?” Dokyeom says, mouth agape. “Best thing we’ve played on this show, no doubt.”
Vernon chuckles heartily, his chest filled with pride. Not just for himself, but for this creation he’s found enough conviction to share with the world.
“Thank you again for all tuning into this episode of Chwe’s Power Hour, sponsored by Hogwarts Altior. I cannot wait for the next episode and your thoughts on this one. It was without a doubt my favorite special so far. To all of you listening, have a good day and night.”
When the stream comes to a close, Dokyeom grabs Vernon in a tight bear hug, screeching in glee for the younger one’s success. “That was fucking incredible!”
Before Vernon can reply, he feels the buzz of his phone in his back pocket, your name lighting up his screen.
Meet me in the greenhouse? x
Vernon walks through the greenhouse. The foliage and flora he’s encountered many times in the past since meeting you and beginning your love affair greet him. He hopes the flowers he picked up on the quick run from the radio office to the courtyard capture your heart in the same way the plants in the greenhouse do.
Even if they make his eyes itchy around the eyelashes, he will deal with it. No amount of pollen could ruin this day.
You’re working on some homework at the gardening bench when he comes in. You drop your pencil immediately when you spot him out of the corner of your eye. You smile at the bouquet in his hands. “Usually I’m the one bringing you plants.”
Vernon grins as well. “Thought I’d return the favor this time.”
You leave your stool and walk towards him. Pecking his lips, you grab the flowers from him. “You know zinnias have pollen in them.”
He shrugs, taking no stock in the stuffy feeling in his nose. “You’re worth all the allergies in the world.”
Your cheeks turn a deep shade of red. Pressing your nose into the flowers, you take in the smell with a satisfied hum. “They’re beautiful.”
“They represent long-lasting affection, according to Joshua. But he might’ve been stoned when he said that.” Vernon smirks, grabbing onto your free hand.
You giggle. Staring deep into his eyes, your expression suddenly becoming serious. “Speaking of that, I listened to your show.”
Taking a deep breath, Vernon hopes he can find the same courage he had in the studio then now to use exclusively for you. “Since the second I saw you, I was drawn to you. And all the feelings I’ve had since then I put into that song to express just a fraction of how amazing you are. And I know it’s cheesy, but I meant every word, and I hope you feel the same.”
You step away from him, letting go of his hand and walking back to the gardening workbench. Vernon’s anxiety spikes, unsure what your next step will be. Would you say what he wanted to hear, or would you tell him something that would break his heart altogether?
You drop the bouquet on the table and run back to him, knocking all the air out of Vernon’s lungs with a sudden, soul-encapsulating kiss.
In the pressure, movement, and heartfelt nature of your lips against his, he feels idiotic second-guessing you for even a minute.
You both separate, lips still inches away and smiles abound. Despite your actions saying everything he needed to hear, the words leaving your mouth just confirms every emotion in his heart. “I love you, too.”
Hi there! Admin Rie here, there was a few errors in the character profiles and I just finished fixing them~ Sorry for the confusion if any!
