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contract to commit | mj,sc
{ ` jumping up with shock at his sudden question, she almost let herself fell down from the table but quickly catches herself and shakes her head in a frenzy. her heart beating wildly from the mini adrenaline rush } Nope! I didn’t! I just came to uh––– uh––––– { ` her hands patted her robe here and there, trying to find out where exactly she had put the documents she was asked to deliver. she has sawn too many pockets inside her robe it’s impossible to keep track. } I was asked to give you a document but uhhhh–––– { ` tilts her head to the side as she gives up trying to find it, a sheepish smile on her face } I seem to have lost it somewhere in my robe.
Documents...? What kind? /he pauses; ...did you try accio? /he knew she didn’t because he had been sitting right there, but the question just sort of came out like much of everything else that came out of his mouth; It might help if you take it off, too. The summer months are hot anyway, but at least we aren’t in the Sahara. /mutters to himself; that was the worst summer........but I do miss the camels.....
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▶ butterbeers // sen & mark
{ / nods slowly, repeating the word again to reassure his colleague that indeed, they were going out for a couple of butterbeers } yes, butterbeer. { / the healer started to make his way to the kitchens, though his dead knee caused him to go at a slow pace which meant more talking } i’m sure the house elves will be delighted to see us again. { / tilts his head as his cane tapped against the floor } when’s the last time you’ve had a drink? you really should learn how to loosen up once in a while. all that runes reading will drive you insane.
/mark thought he sensed a hint of annoyance in the other at his slight air-headedness, so he fell silent after a few moments of making their way down the long corridors. the only sound around them was their footsteps and the click of the cane (and occasionally a snoring painting), and he began to make a rhythm in his head, but once he was posed a question that required answering, mark merely glanced at the other and shrugged his response until he decided that he should probably give some sort of real answer; hmn.....alone? Two nights ago. With a friend? Never. /he glanced over once more, the somewhat bemused and bewildered expression that always hung on the fringes of his eyes and mouth having faded for that short moment;
{ / knocks on the professor's office door, though he barges in like always } yo, mark. { / gives a slight wave as he enters the room with a floating pile of paper following him } ministry's sent me stuff for you to sign. { / places some of the forms onto the table } they also .. say hello. { / smiles grimly as he points at the packet of condoms that he had laid on top of the forms }
/looking up, he stares at the man several moments as he tries comprehending the floating papers; What…? /a second later, it clicks; OH! Yeah, su– wait, what am I signing? Why? /he takes the condoms without second thought, knowing full well he would keep them in his drawer to rot with no plans for use;
Beginnings | mj,lc
Lock didn’t quite know what else to do so he just stared right back at Mark. He wasn’t bashful and realized he was somewhat attractive but Lock just thought the other male staring at him was cute. Lock gripped the others hand firmly and gave it two good shakes before letting go. Personally, he preferred to bow because it was what his mother had taught him.
“Jihoon.” Lachlan gave a slight smile. Even though Lock wasn’t born in Korea, his mother still instilled Korean values and preferred that they spoke Korean in the home. It often comforted Lock to come home and speak Korean with his mother and eat traditional home cooked meals with her.
Looking between the two as his new partner spoke, Lock remained quiet. When the other turned his attention to Lachlan and asked if he was ready, he gave a curt nod. Again his eyes were on Jihoon as he made his way to stand next to Lachlan. The closeness made him slightly uncomfortable because he wasn’t used to it but the other was already growing on him.
He turned his head to look down at Jihoon and finally smiled again. “Everything is going to be just fine.” He tried to assure both himself and the other but he was sure that the two would be just fine together. Lock wouldn’t have been assigned to Jihoon if Harry didn’t think it would go alright. “Lead the way.” Lock held out his arm toward the door and as they were walking out gave a final bow to Harry.
While Jihoon wore his excitement on his face, Lachlan was more of a ‘be excited on the inside type of person.’ He followed behind and also searched for the portkey and spotted it just as Jihoon did. He did have to admit that his partner’s enthusiasm was sort of contagious. Lock wasn’t used to traveling all over the world yet or exploring and he had to admit it was all very exciting. So he returned the smile as he quickly grabbed a hold as well and then they were spinning. Traveling this way was his least favorite because he always felt sick to his stomach but it would pass soon after. As they floated to a landing Lock had to rest his hand on the other’s shoulder to stabilize himself and catch his breath. “Air sickness.” He commented.
Jihoon felt the pull behind his navel as the time arrived for them to leave. He felt a little bit like he was going to hurl, and that wasn’t solidified until his stomach caught up with his equilibrium. Adding the humidity of the dense jungle, he immediately ran off toward a bush to throw up. His retching, he knew, was probably very off-putting, but he couldn’t help himself. Jihoon slowly stood, his face ablaze, and he quietly wiped his mouth with a little cloth he had tucked in his back pocket. Once he did, he turned to the other male slowly. “Air sickness....” He commented back, clearly embarrassed. “Humidity....okay, let’s....push on.” With a clearing of his throat and his stature showing his determination to push on, Jihoon set off in the direction toward their little base camp.
The air was already closing in around him and he felt the last of the cool of London slip away in the humidity caused by the overhanging trees. It filtered in the heat from the sun as well as the heat the plants and animals produced and trapped it. He was in an oven and he was glad he dressed for the occasion. The first time he had gotten caught in this very spot in his regular London-ready clothes was very unpleasant. He had instantly started to sweat that day, and he was doing it today as well, but his choice of clothing was much more suited to this new climate. He finally glanced back at his companion after having been hiking for at least five minutes.
The others face was a calm ocean it seemed. It was glassy on the surface, but he knew below there was a storm of activity. “What are you thinking about?” He inquired as quietly as he could over the bugs and animals making noise all around them. It had appeared that Jihoon had forgotten all about the throwing up incident that had seemingly just happened. He took in a deep breath, the smell of moist nature invading his lungs and he felt almost as if he couldn’t breathe right. He coughed quietly into his hands as a result and was awaiting the others answer.
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Taking a deep breath in and a deep breath out was the only way Mark was going to get through his day. He frequently seemed to breathe in a half-assed way that had him gasping for relief. Maybe he should see a physician about that. He hoped that he didn’t have “wake-apnea”, if there even was such a thing. In Mark’s mind, there was and that made it real, right? He passed through his days in a similarly half-assed way, and he longed to be back out on a dig somewhere in Africa, in Bali, in Russia. He had been all around the world in just six years and had some degree of renown under his belt in academic circles.
Flighty birds were not meant to be caged.
Oftentimes, Jihoon found himself staring out through the panes lining the spiraling staircases that were found all over the castle. He was happy to be a part of so much history, but something about the sun beating down on his neck days at a time seemed better than this. It had to be better than this. Perhaps he would make an assignment for his students akin to a dig and then maybe he would feel closer to complete. It was a fat chance, but it was something he had to try.
Wistfully, he sighed and continued onward down to the ground floor. He had just been having tea with the Divinations professor and was feeling a bit light-headed from the incense that they had lit. It was always stuffy in there and he found it hard to maneuver around the castle sometimes afterward. He found himself in the courtyard mingling among the students. Sometimes he felt as if he were still among them -one of them. They didn’t look so much younger than he did. He had taken to daydreaming, which meant he hardly noticed the students having to duck away from him as he walked.
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▶ butterbeers // sen & mark
{ / the healer rolled his eyes, knowing full well that the other had probably got so into his work that the possibility of them going out for a quick butterbeer had yet to cross his colleague’s mind. he eyed the amount of paperwork that was stacked on the professor’s desk, wrinkling his nose as he realised that it scarily mirrored his own desk back in the hospital wing } you’re doing something wrong indeed. in fact, you have committed the crime which is overworking yourself. { / he gestures at the hallway, ambling his way out of the doorway } we’re going to get a butterbeer or two down at the kitchens since we can’t go to hogsmeade. bloody ministry. you and i need a distraction.
/it was instant and uncontrollable -mark’s lips spread into a huge smile and even a little laugh bubbled out. the other professors tended to avoid him, so any chance he got to interact with someone his age was more than welcome; B....utterbeer? /he sounded too perplexed and he couldn’t help it. he was probably coming off as stupid, but he brushed it off; Yeah, yeah! The house elves might be getting lonely, too. /he trailed off as he followed the fellow staff member out into the hallway; I haven’t seen them in an age...
Beginnings | mj,lc
This was going to be Lachlan’s first mission without a higher up supervising him and teaching him. It was a scary thought but he knew that he was ready and the Auror that was his mentor assured him that he would be fine. He’d been on a few expeditions with his mentors and they were full of adventure and beauty, as well as danger and fear. These were all the things he lived for and enjoyed. He liked to capture dark wizards and make the wizarding world safer but he also enjoyed the chase.
Lock had sat hoping that he got along well with whoever he was escorting through the Amazon. How awful would a trip be if he didn’t enjoy the company he had. Of course he would be professional and finish out the trip but it wouldn’t be as nice. Unfortunately, Lachlan knew that sometimes he wasn’t the easiest to get along with either but he did try.
All day he had been finishing up his tasks and preparing everything to leave on the trip. Lock also had to fight the nervousness he was starting to feel but he just kept assuring himself that he could do it. For the last ten minutes he had been writing out a report but kept stopping and staring off into space. Lock was quickly brought back to reality when he heard Harry Potter was heading his way to fetch him. He quickly stood up and straightened his robes before giving a bow of his head out of reflex.
They headed back to his office and when they entered Lachlan’s eyes landed right on the other. He bowed his head again and gave a small smile but when the other didn’t speak and just stared he raised an eyebrow. Did he have something on his face? He swore he looked in a mirror just a couple minutes ago and there was nothing on his face. Then he spoke and Lachlan could not help but to let out a laugh. It had definitely caught him off guard but he nodded. “I will definitely keep that in mind. I’m Lachlan.” He stepped forward and stuck out his hand.
Lock looked over his face and thought that he looked like he would be kind and it was clear that he was at least caring. Even if he didn’t know Lock he still worried about him burning under the Amazon sun. Getting the initial wait over with had Lock relaxing a bit and he was sure the trip would go smoothly now. At least between the two of them.
The other looked poised, yet ready for anything. He had been grateful for the laugh because if the other hadn’t laughed and maybe concluded that he didn’t want to escort this loon through the jungle, then maybe the teen would have been assed-out of a marvelous adventure. Once again, Mark was staring, but it wasn’t long before he stood this time to shake the others hand. His own grip, he knew, wasn’t very firm, but he felt that he wasn’t a very assertive person all of the time and that basically summed up his handshake. He took note of the grip of the other before he thought to introduce himself.
“Jang Jihoon. ....Mark, if you, uh...aren’t accustomed to Korean.” His voice did have a slight accent as he did grow up in South Korea until he was eight, but it was quite faint -a sign of the time he didn’t spend in his “home” country. Mark quickly licked his lips before he nodded once, then looked back at the head auror. “I believe we are ready, sir.” He looked toward Lachlan with the smallest smile on his lips. “Well, I am, anyway. Two weeks in the Amazon...are you?” His slender body easily slipped between the chairs to stand beside his new companion. They would be spending a lot of time together, so it was important that he felt comfortable enough to get close.
Mark turned his head to look at the side of the older’s face. “I hope we get along well. If not, this will be disastrous.” He really didn’t mean the doom and gloom the message might have come across as having, but rather sincerely meant that he hoped they could become close over their two weeks together. “Are you ready to make history?” Transportation had been set up for the two via portkey -a ruddy box set up in an alley near the ministry. Eagerly, Mark led the way out. He looked up and down the alleyway in order to find this rather specific box (or its logo was specific anyhow), and he finally found it next to the dumpster. Mark grabbed a hold. It was just a minute now until they would be transported to what would probably feel like another world. The smile on his face read as an over-excited child as he looked up at the other male from his crouching position.
Perhaps. The sherbet lemons should suffice, however. It may not be wise to visits Hogsmeade so late on a Tuesday night, Jihoon-ah.
I think it will be fine, headmaster. With Hogwarts being under constant scrutiny, I feel more safe than ever. There are even some aurors in Hogsmeade, right? Maybe they’ll-- no, they’re on duty. I’ll fetch everything and our faces will be red...........then Sen might have a lot more work to do, no no.... maybe you should come, too, just in case. A moonlit stroll- /his sentences were incredibly fragmented, but it made sense in his mind as he had the connecting pieces;
alohomoraxrp said: Instead of waiting, you could go fetch me some sherbet lemons.
Maybe we should go together.... /he muses; I’ll fetch a case of butterbeer, too.
I believe all of my junk is done.
now we wait.
the fourth kind | ac-mj
Allison listens to her teachers words, mentally jotting down the explanation in her head. “Right. I think I got it. But I really do believe if I were to stay and just sit here after so if I need any help it would be easier.. for the both of us. If that’s cool. I could use something to occupy my free time. My grades are really suffering as of late. But I wouldn’t want to intrude either.” The longer she watched the elder, the more she can’t help the smile that grows. He was pretty adorable.. kinda like a little kid bottled in an adults body. Maybe she needed to be around that type of energy.
The plea for some kind of help got Mark directly in the heart. He knew that she was slipping, and he’d try his damn hardest to catch her and boost her back up. That was what he was there for after all. The slightest smile graced his lips before he nodded. “Okay, that’s fine. You can stay here as long as you wish, but I’ll do my homework beside you so if you need help--” He cut himself off with a curt, but sincere nod. She was always so nice and he wondered why she had been put in Slytherin. There were two sides to every coin he had to remind himself, so she probably was quite the ambitious young woman.
The professor gathered up the stack of parchments he had to grade and brought them to the desk next to Allison’s like he had said he would, intent on helping her in any way that he could. “Ask me anything...for any homework. I know staying in on nice days is hard.” The man stared out of the window and got lost in it, almost as if he were spacing out. He was thinking about flying, though he never was very good with a broom.
Quick Work | mj,yf
Mark affectionately referred to his new students as lemmings. He always saw trends in what they wore or what they said. It was quite a fascinating thing to watch. They were history in the making and they had no idea. The teacher took in a deep breath before he slowly stood to start addressing the room at large. To say that they already looked bored discouraged him, to say the least. Mark was tenacious, though, when he wanted to be and there was no way that he was going to let them get him down.
“Okay, so....um, hi.” His introductions were always winners. “I believe some clarification is required of you as you guys were coming up to me after class and stopping me on the way to lunch.” A few of the students shifted uncomfortably in their seats and he really didn’t mean to make them feel uncomfortable, but it was just something that he seemed to do anyway. The truth was what usually came out in all of its uncensored glory, which he understood was something no one really ever did. The hand that had slowly inched its way into the air came from a particularly thin-looking boy, though he did not look unhealthy, and Mark just stared at him for a moment before realizing that he had to acknowledge a student for them to really speak.
“Yeah, go ahead...uh....Yyyy....u......ki? was it?”
Beginnings | mj,lc
The Ministry for Magic was a wondrous thing to behold. The anteroom stood tall -12 stories, in fact- and was lined with glass panes that indicated individual offices. The year was just 2009 and already the ministry was starting to undergo some serious changes. The banner hanging overhead filled much of the blank space (though Mark thought that it need not be filled in all honesty) left above the statue of all forms of intelligent magical beings and muggles cooperating happily, spewing water as it stood tall and proud. Officials were bustling here and there, clearly all late for something, the teen thought to himself.
Mark was newly eighteen with his graduation at Hogwarts having come and gone. He was to be going on his second ministry-guided-and-approved expedition into the Amazon rainforests where he would find all manner of runes and anthropological discoveries guarded by magic. To say he was excited was an understatement. He looked around and spotted the smallest information sign on a podium that housed a guard looking rather bored with himself and the going-ons around him. Mark made quick work to bother him. He was fresh-faced and ready to face the day.
With a small throat-clearing, he got the guard’s attention and asked for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement before giving his name for his appointment. The male was to be set up with an auror to help guide him through the Amazon. After being approved, he set off for the second level of the ministry, crammed into the lift with numerous others. He was grateful the trip was short, to say the least.
Upon arriving and asking a nearby secretary where to wait for his appointment, he was guided to a row of chairs just outside of the only real office. Everything else was lined with cubicles. The golden letters on the glass pane in the door read “HARRY POTTER” and in smaller script just beneath, it read “HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT”. He wasn’t kept waiting very long, as the door had opened of its own accord as if to signal him in. Sometimes he forgot magic was something used for common things such as that. Harry Potter was standing with a smile on his face albeit faint. Mark couldn’t believe he was meeting the real Harry Potter and that he was actually being congenial to him. It was more than he could have ever hoped for.
The meeting was made quick work of, and the head went out to fetch the auror that Mark would be going on expedition with. What he had brought back was someone who looked like he was crafted with the utmost care. Mark thought he was absolutely beautiful -almost perfect. He had realized that he had been staring too long, so he sort of blurted out something he instantly regretted, which admittedly rarely ever happened.
“The Amazon is known for snakes and stuff. I’d pack sunscreen.”
{ / sighs as he limps his way to the professor's office, swearing not so lightly under his breath at how far the office was from the hospital wing. an unpleasant scowl rested on his face when he finally reached his destination, stopping in front of the door, knocking three times before barging into the room cause he knew that the other didn't really care much about his privacy } so how are the runes going, mark? do i have to drag you away from the books or will you do it willingly?
/mark had been deep set into his work and was wiling the hours away one by one as he graded the same shitty papers over and over again. there really was no creativity anymore. a welcome interruption had come in the form of a knock, and the male quickly perked up to be met with the handsome face of the resident healer; Oh…uh….. /he looked around him as if he were talking to someone else; no? Did I do something wrong? /slowly, the male stood, putting his quill down, and he made his way to the door to meet the other;
