HONEYED TONES

SINGING LIKE ITS A FULL MOON // (CARELESS NOW THAT HE HAS YOU)

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growing pains

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yvko‌:

a babysitter. that’s what yuko partially was when it came to her…eccentric friend. she should know by now the second the ravenclaw disappears from her sight, something terrible is going to happen whether it’s big or small. and of course, that is exactly what happens. 

she heard the awful tree come to life nearby before she heard the cry for help. of all things to get caught up with and the other girl gets in a battle with the god damned whomping willow. one thing was for certain—if the whomping willow didn’t kill sydney, yuko would. 

she took off in a quick sprint. it didn’t take very long for her to arrive at the scene, and boy, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. how syd always managed to get in these kind of situations was beyond her, but playing hero wasn’t all that fun for her anymore. in fact, she was starting to hate it, especially when she was staring at ginormous branches that could squash them like a pancake with one hit. when would the other girl LEARN? 

“oh…fuckin hell,” she said under her breath. her friend was in trouble and she stood there looking like a deer in headlights. why wasn’t her brain working? think, yuko, think… 

the knot at the base of the tree. “i got it!” she yelled out, and before she could handle the situation in an intelligent way—like maybe throw a rock at it or use her wand to do so—she took running again, but this time towards the tree. 

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     she hadn’t expected an angel. a full blown guardian angel. deity from the skies sent to save her—all sorts of flowery imagery like that. more specifically, she hadn’t expected takamoto yuko to spring to her rescue. and much like their usual routine (past the gushing and cooing and over-affectionate petting), the appearance of yuko at a time like this only further signifies one thing: she was screwed.

     meaning, as soon as she saves her (because, rest assured, yuko always saves her), the slytherin would be just as quick to deal justice. meaning an earful of something that, if sydney’s truly honest, she doesn’t hold onto for too long.

     nevertheless, here she was. brows pulled in concentration (a regular ol’ heartthrob) as she formulates a plan.

     and maybe it’s the unspoken promise of what’s to come that spooks her more, eyes widening in shock once her mind catches up, her fingers curl into soft dirt, mouth agape. “yuko!!” the ravenclaw is wailing, pleading with her eyes “uh—UH—i—i’m sorry! i’m sorry!” please save me.

     another violent thrash of the branches has her spine stiffened with fear, panic that settles in her throat. sydney flinches further against the trunk, eyes screwing shut (afraid to witness what’s to come) as her lips part—and only a shrill shriek escapes. she’s going to die here.

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In the mood to hold a cute boy’s hand

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love b*mb

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bvbblin‌:

he’s been on the brink before, and has somehow returned in one piece after, if that’s any reassurance.

but this time, this time, teddy can already envision the tumble and the fall: death not by any potion, but a potions exam. for the past hour he’d stared and stared until flitterbloom and flobberworm on the page blurred into nonrecognition, a telltale sign that it’s time to get as far away from his textbook as humanely possible.

which leads him to lunch. he’s okay during the spinach and pomegranate salad. fine during borscht. better during the tender ginger and lamb pilaf. maybe even reverting back to optimal teddy state by the time dessert slides through. until someone drops the word “potions” and the  smile falls flat from his face down to the floor. the freshly baked loaves in the breadbasket suddenly begin to look a lot like bezoars.

if this is a sign from god, he’ll take it: it’s time to leave.

the great hall is behind him in a matter of minutes. he’s unaware of the girls’ presence until he is, ears perking up in recognition. “syd?” he calls back, slowly turning around and—

teddy nam’s highway of a forehead, meet rainbow rock of doom.

the crystal lands with a thud. he nearly does the same.

“ow. shit!” he winces, hands braced over his knees. slowly, teddy cranes his neck to look up at her. dead center of his forehead sits a blue, blooming bruise.

“where on earth did that come from?”

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     it is by all means horrifying. absolutely mortifying. the onslaught of emotions that surface is nothing short of perplexing. guilt, shame, and a merciless swelling in her chest. teddy nam. positively glowing even now. the ravenclaw is quick to scurry over, lower lip tortured between teeth in worry.

     teddy poses a worthy question and sydney finds herself at an impasse. caught between admitting to her guilt (subsequently then admitting that it was her gift and that the reason behind her gift comes hand in hand with the way her heart bursts into palpations in his presence) or—or what else can she do? play dumb? lie?

     “o-oh, i—uh—i don’t know!!” she speaks briskly, extending her leg not too subtly to hide the fluorite beneath her foot, the smile on her face nervous—unconvincing. but she has always been weird like this—hopefully, teddy wouldn’t notice.

     "may—maybe peeves did it? or you know, i did read in your horoscope that it’s a bad day for taurus!—something about unforeseen circumstances and mercury’s shadow—a-and, you know, it is sagittarius season which is like, the, most energetic season and maybe the worst combo ‘cuz people get all twisted up and overactive during this season a—and they go around blurting things out and flirt—” her mouth clamps shut, just barely getting hold of the train of nervous babble that was bound to make its way out of her mouth and spill all her secrets.

     “i—aha, sorry—i did it again—”  she mumbles a quick apology for the spiel, attention turning to the darkening blotch of skin; her fingers curl into the soft of her palm at the urge but—it’s better not to touch, she’s pretty sure that’s illegal. just like standing this close should be illegal. rina, wherever you are, she didn’t mean for this to happen.

     “are you okay? do you need to go to the infirmary?”

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pills and potions

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thelvers‌:

     she’s unsure of how things came to this— mouth full of whatever rather unpleasant concoction the older ravenclaw girl had been brewing ( sofia knew, without a doubt, that whatever it was she was tasting wasn’t what the brunette had set out to make in the first place. that much she could gather from her slightly frazzled looking state ).

     her brows are furrowed in her growing disgust, head shaking from side to side as best as she could get it to, what with the older girls hand still holding her chin in place. a whine leaves her as she has no other choice but to swallow, face scrunching in her disgust as she manages to pull away.

     “i didn’t want to taste it—” she coughs, sputtering out, and suddenly her face feels tingly. it’s almost like she has to sneeze, her breath catching, and she lets out a quiet achoo!, her head low and hair covering the majority of her face.

     something feels…wrong. she can’t feel her mouth. or her nose.

     her eyes are wide as she raises her head, hair clearing from her face, making it clear to see just what sydney’s ( unintentionally ) done— on the lower half of her face, right where her mouth and nose used to be, sits a ducks bill.

     sofia has a ducks bill.

     “wha— what did you do?!”

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     it’s meant to replace the infirmary’s cold potions. that’s the initial purpose, at least. sydney had nothing better to do on a sunday than to challenge herself—and as of now, severely inconvenience others. 

     she hadn’t expected the results to be so...alarming. honestly, as the concoction begins to take in effect, and sofia literally morphs before her (signified by the cutest sneeze ever), sydney could do nothing but stare in shock at what had replaced her mouth and nose.

     a bill. a whole duck’s bill.

     oh my god. “oh my god!” she exclaims, finger pointing (pressing) against the very tip of the orange bill. “w-what IS that!?” the amount of shock is almost hilarious, how close she comes to freaking out despite being the one coming up with the potion. but! an inventor is never deterred, so sydney swallows her nerves and shushes any sort of upcoming protest, tapping the younger’s mouth(?) quickly.

     “wait, wait!! i can fix it—just wait!!” her eyes turn back to the notes scattered beside her, flipping through her notebook quickly. occasionally, as the shock begins to pass and her eyes flick over to catch sight of one bewildered duckling, a small chuckle would threaten to slip past—one easily subdued (hidden) by a cough.

     “j-just give me a second, okay sof? i got this! i do!”

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     the internet is magnificent. positively wondrous in the things it brings to the table. sydney is referring to muggle net, not the witch alternative (which consists of a great deal many of things and inner workings that she simply didn’t understand). but point is, when rina had showed her the video, sydney knew they had to have it. which brings us to the cheery afternoon in the school courtyard, where sydney jung sits on her knees, plain (?) stapler in one hand and blue dyed denim in the other. 

     she had watched the video repeatedly—but reality always seemed to differ greatly than the delusions that run her mind. in the video, it had been over by five minutes. here, in real life, sydney struggles to even properly use the muggle contraption in her hand. “i—ugh—” her eyes squint, nose crinkling in her bent over position to glare at the staples embedded in the denim. it went in, but, didn’t close. was there another step for that? a button? should she ask rina? her gaze turns again to the instrument in her hand, shaking it a couple times. 

     “ugh! work! hey—!!” she huffs, a rare state of frustration that builds in her core. as a ravenclaw, she loved crafts, inventions, the works. the fact that banging this muggle thing incessantly against the hem does nothing to close the staple is beyond her. “oh my god,” sydney audibly groans, eyes lifting up for a moment just in time to catch the feet of another. 

     “hey!!” the ravenclaw straightens up, near flailing for attention. “you wouldn’t happen to have overtly muscular fingertips that can push these little sharp ends into denim do you?” sydney pauses. “or your wand, your wand would be good too.” 

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@chaoticgoodz

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       SETTING: OUTSIDE THE GREAT HALL, 1:24PM        CHARACTERS: A PISCES AND A TAURUS (@bvbblin​)

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     by all means, she shouldn’t be eavesdropping. it is none of her business whether or not teddy nam does well on the upcoming potions exam. but the ravenclaw is unable to help herself after all—you see, she is all too aware of the ravenclaw heartthrob at any given moment (his daily schedule, the amount of sugar and milk in his coffee—they’re friends, she insists, insists on a moot point, as if the way her heart trembles in his vicinity isn’t already a dead giveaway. teddy nam? taurus. yeah).

     and she swears this is out of friendship, the brilliant fluorite folded into her palm. for motivation. for stress. it’s normal to gift such a thing to a friend right?

     right, it is. you’re totally fine, syd. totally valid. the ravenclaw waits nervously outside the great hall, having spotted the quidditch captain slip in for lunch a while ago. totally valid. rina would—a small audible gasp slips out, near scandalized by the realization. rina. one super duper best friend, one drawn out pact between youths and their mutual crush. is this really legal? is it really? was there terms against gifts in the grand scale of their “agreement”? was there?

     is this breaking clause 2b of—”ah!” her eyes widen, barely noting her object of affection the boy (the very very mutually agreed upon boy) walking right past her in time. which was it? what should she do??

     here, i feel it is necessary to clarify the extent of sydney jung’s ability to think in the face of pressure—the fact that she had absolute NIL. the crystal out of her grasp before she fully realizes what ghastly wrong she had committed. all this, a spell for chaos (for the end of times, the wheezing shrill voice in her head exclaims, it’s fucking over sydney you fucking dolt), happens agonizingly slow.

     his name slips out. he turns. the rock collides against skin.

     oh my god. “o-oh my god!” good one, syd. “t-teddy!! are you okay?"

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CANARY’S BACK!! and so am i!! hi guys, for those of whom i haven’t met yet—i’m admin day! and here is my chaotic ravenclaw baby sydney jung, who already loves you (compatibility between horoscopes permits)!!! below is a quick (not quick) rundown on her as well as links!! pls like if you’d be down to plot, thanks!

PROFILE / BIO

☆ﾟ*・ﾟHEY! did KIM JISOO just fall off HER broomstick?! oh wait, never mind. it’s just SYDNEY JUNG… to think i nearly broke a sweat over an TWENTY year old EIGHT year PUREBLOOD RAVENCLAW. i hear the CISFEMALE is quite BRIGHT and CHARMING, but also CLUMSY and SCATTERBRAINED well, i hope their broom doesn’t throw them off the second time.

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she is beauty, she is grace, she got her feelings hurt 42 times today

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ribs

                           ( READ: AN AQUARIUS AND A PISCES AND A LAKE )

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     winter. unsurprisingly, it’s cold. comes with a sort of bone chill that nips at the soft of her cheeks, drives a nasty shiver down her spine. sydney had expected it, but she’s disappointed all the same. though she had no particular favorite season, she supposes winter is the most damning.

     the way the black lake freezes over, sad. 

     not that it stops them, they’re here aren’t they, nestled side by side on the shore over-watching the lake. 

     already, ice has begun to form around the edges, a good couple feet toward the center. pretty. 

     “hey,” her eyes peer over to her partner-in-crime, reaching out to tap on the spine of the book that has such enraptured the attention of her best friend. “did you know,” now, let me tell you know that something that starts like this never ends well. “that supposedly, merpeople sing different songs depending on the season?”

     moment pause, the degree in which her expression lights up rivals the sun.

     “wanna go see? i mean—” sydney shoots another glance at the thick ice beneath their feet. “it’s pretty frozen from here on to over there...” she grins, oddly confident for such an awful, awful idea. the ravenclaw hardly waits for an answer before she slips off the shore, knees bending slightly when she settles on solid ice, shooting rina a pointed look. perfect.

     “see? perfectly fine—cmon riiiiiiiina,” sydney whines, extending her hand. “let’s go!”

                                                                                                               — for @chaoticgoodz

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dying star

                        ( READ: A SAGITTARIUS AND A PISCES AND A FAUCET  )

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     it was a rumor at best. a tall tale passed on by generations of students. if it held a lick of truth, sydney (nor anyone their age) could be sure of it. as far as she’s heard, the chamber of secrets is an urban myth. at least, students would tell it now that the area had crumbled into nothing. sealed by the last headmaster as a means to an end.

     but what is living without some degree of dream in it?

     which is why she stands now, thin fingers gripping onto porcelain rims, round eyes fixated on the snake headed facet, and pink tongue poking out between pearls of white. wiggling. spitting.

     “sssssopenfffsfffs.” sydney hisses. admittedly a poor attempt at one. she’s never been one for parseltongue. but had babysat a neighbor’s pet snake enough to think that she would at least get the tones down.

     “sssssffhfhfopENsSsS—” she splutters, tensing once she catches sight of another in the mirror. “HEY—” the ravenclaw squeaks, quick to pivot on her heel to face the other; wincing with the strength her hip slams against the sink while her arms form an X over her chest to “shield” her dignity. as if she had been bare rather than fully clothed.

     “this is a girl’s bathroom, you know!” the girl scowls (well, as much as the likes of naturally soft features could scowl), cheeks ruddy with surprise (and shame).

 “what are you doing in here!?”

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pills and potions

                        ( READ: A SCORPIO AND A PISCES AND A CAULDRON )

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     “i don’t know, sydney. is it supposed to be gre—”

     “ooh!” the ravenclaw cuts in with a whine, eyes narrowed in the sharpest expression she could muster. the older of the two stands with a pout that could rival that of a petulant child, absently fanning the miniature cauldron before her.

     it wasn’t anything particularly out of place in terms of sydney jung, eyes heavy with fatigue and papers scattered to her left—save the fact that sofia had the misfortunate to stumble across and get tugged into her endeavors, it would have been a perfectly normal sunday.

     instead, she was here, forced to sit with her legs crossed over another, feet tucked under her knees.

     makes it easier to think, sydney had insisted.

     “okay—” she scoops up a glob of green with a silver spoon, bright eyes turning to the ravenclaw beside her. just as easily, her free hand cradles her jaw, pressing down lightly to part his lips.

     “say ahh!”

     she pushes the spoon past open lips before she could speak.

                                                                                                               — for @thelvers

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growing pains

                             ( READ: A CANCER AND A PISCES AND A TREE )

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    she’s done worse. admittedly, she’s done far far far worse. but this was perhaps a close second. maybe by a few millimeters to first. maybe even a micrometer. well, it didn’t matter. not when cold sweat streaked down the slope of her neck with every gust of wind that nipped at her skin, kept her back pressed firm against the trunk of the age old tree.

    whomping willow. somehow, the name struck as something to steer completely clear from. if her own conscience hadn’t been clear about it, she’s sure blake would have voiced his warnings about it years back. but of course, she’d forgotten as soon as the majestic plant entered her line of vision (and he didn’t).

    and to her credit, it was absolutely still.     so still, in fact, that she might have taken the giant thing to be dead.

    it isn’t now, as she’s come to find. but before, she had thought—well—maybe she hadn’t thought it thoroughly enough. seeing as the tree jerked back to life as soon as she moved within range—leaving her little to do in a panicked state but move forward. deeper towards danger.

    which, leaves her here. now, stranded, near whimpering with every jerk of the famed tree’s branches. her wand a tantalizing inches out of reach. this is a lesson to be taught to all, if anything, she should’ve listened to today’s horoscope.

   “hELP—” she squeaks, a feeble cry while struggling to squint past thick branches swaying relentlessly. “meeEeeEeeEee!!”

                                                                                                                — for @yvko

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pls like....... for a free starter from sydney..... 3 only.... like at ur own risk....

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CANARY’S BACK!! and so am i!! hi guys, for those of whom i haven’t met yet—i’m admin day! and here is my chaotic ravenclaw baby sydney jung, who already loves you (compatibility between horoscopes permits)!!! below is a quick (not quick) rundown on her as well as links!! pls like if you’d be down to plot, thanks!

PROFILE / BIO

☆ﾟ*・ﾟHEY! did KIM JISOO just fall off HER broomstick?! oh wait, never mind. it’s just SYDNEY JUNG… to think i nearly broke a sweat over an TWENTY year old EIGHT year PUREBLOOD RAVENCLAW. i hear the CISFEMALE is quite BRIGHT and CHARMING, but also CLUMSY and SCATTERBRAINED well, i hope their broom doesn’t throw them off the second time.

OKAY miss sydney jung!! hyperactive ravenclaw yes? yes! 

she has the book smarts but she never really applies them properly to get as high of a grade as she should

that said, her brain is constantly filled with questions and comments and it keeps her up at night

so her sleep schedule is kind of fucked but that’s what caffeine’s for, right?

SUPER friendly person! sydney thinks (unless you two have super contrasting zodiacs) that she can befriend everyone and is generally super sociable

also loud and like a small clingy child however?

BIG on food … good eats…. also trash eats like hot pockets she will eat tf out of hot pockets

a clumsy! flimsy girl – almost always will get herself in trouble rip

LOVES LOVES LOVES LOVES ASTROLOGY

will 10/10 ask you what your sign is and use that to determine how the relationship will be btwn yall

hopeless romantic, falls for people easy, will 100% be there for you regardless though!!!!!!

she’s super sensitive bc she’s a pisces so if you’re the slightest bit mean she might cry thank u

though she usually has very high social skills when shes nervous or anything of the sort, she tends to ramble a whole lot and goes off... which is mess as expected

WANTED PLOTS:

exes? i guess if it applies!!!

friends who actually vibe with her chaotic sunshine energy

friends who don’t vibe with her energy but tolerate her because she’s so nice!!

friends who don’t actually want to be friends but how the fuck did she get under their skin like this tf

friend who is actually more her babysitter than her friend “how tf you fall into the black lake 3 times a week????” “As a wAtEr Si gN . i feEl BetTer ArOunD WAteR!”

CRUSHES!!!

CRUSH #1 : A TAURUS

CRUSH #2 : A CANCER

CRUSH #3 : A SCORPIO

CRUSH #4 : A CAPRICORN

none of these will be endgame (unless wanted but idk shes so Spazzy) so don’t worry!! and likely syd will crush on all 4 at the same time and yes i googled signs compatible with pisces thank you

enemies… HAHAHAHAH

people who’ve made her cry before :”(

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Girlfriend Jisoo in Japan by Lili’s Film (๑♡⌓♡๑)

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HEY GUYS... sorry for the lack of activity, i’m really busy lately so i’m akshdgkdshgksugh -- hopefully i can get back into it soon!! miss yall :~)