[ up to no good ] ⏠sdwâdhj
She could never really get a clear description of the relationship between Iskandar and herself. They were relatively good friends, she could say. And now, teammates on the Quidditch team. And then what? Good friends didnât exactly do the things they did on a regular basis. It was not healthy. Hwaeji hesitated to call him a friend-with-benefits because he was much more than simply someone she could go to just to get off. There were plenty of other willing fish in the sea for that. Iskandar knew how to handle her when she was at her high. And there were very few people in this castle who could do exactly that. She trusted him not to harm her or take advantage of her in her state of intoxication, which - as carefree as she was - was rare to begin with, and instead he could make her feel at ease, if not better.
It always felt better to let loose anyway. Being too stressed often hurt, in more ways than one. And she couldnât exactly let loose with some of her more⌠docile companions. At least Iskandar was up for this of his own accord. He hardly appeared as intimidated by her as her other friends like Hoseok or Jin did. The seventh year grinned, turning in a surprisingly graceful manner to face the tall boy. She threaded her fingers with his free hand, her chuckle low and quiet. âAnd to what lengths would this knight of mine go to please his queen?â Hwaeji played along, plucking the bottle back from his grasp and taking a swig. The liquid seared down her throat, leaving behind the burning trail that she had grown accustomed to since halfway through her Hogwarts career. The irony in his question had an amused laugh bubbling in her chest, but the hot sensation of the alcohol kept it from being vocalized. Even if everything else remained uncertain, this was for sure: the two Gryffindors in question were anything but noble beings, in a fairytale sense, at least.
"Anything for you, m'lady," he replied cheekily, swaying their intertwined hands as they walked down the hallway, not minding the pointed looks the portraits gave them. "Cheers, mate," he raised his bottle to a nearby portrait of a drinking knight before he gulped down some firewhiskey into his system. The burning sensation of the liquid made him feel numb to the pain he secretly harboured. For once he felt at ease with himself. Iskandar saluted a ghost that passed through him, causing him to wrinkle his nose at how freezing cold the airy substance was.
The Gryffindor slept around because he didn't like being alone at night. Nightmares would flood his mind, causing him to stay up all night long and sacrifice his rest, hence the bad attendance records. However once he hit puberty, he realised that if he slept around with people, the nightmares would go away and since then, he stuck to his remedy of one night stands and broken hearts. One of the exceptions to this formula was Do Hwaeji herself. Every time they parted, there was a sense of longing he felt. Somehow, he ended up finding himself in the other's presence every week. She was also one of the rare friends who knew about his dreams. In a way, the two needed each other. Someone that was willing to not judge them for who they were.Â
