주영. ju young fortescue. juju. yung. seventh year. 17. gryffindor. halfblood. fighter. violence is always the answer. 어두워져 가 내 미래의 빛 치기 어린 사랑에 잃은 꿈의 길 내 야망의 독기 매일 칼을 갈았지 But 참을 수 없는 내 욕심에 칼은 무뎌져 알고 있어 다
‘ no, no --- you’ve got it all wrong, i wasn’t spying on you. i was just ... ADMIRING the view .... behind you. ‘ the frantic spreading over his facial features relaxed as a lopsided grin emerged when the other person turned around at him. his head tilted to the side as he shrugged a bit motioning at them with a wave of his hand. ‘ really, you should just keep walking --- or not. i’m okay with either. ‘
he rubbed his chest where the other girl slammed into him on accident and winced slightly. it hurt MORE than anticipated because of the bruises lining his body but, he still shrugged it off looking down at the girl in front of him. ‘ it’s .... fine. just hurts a little bit. ‘
phe-phe blew dust off the top of an aged vinyl cover, then admiring the art work. she loved old things; or more specifically, underpriced things that would one day be worth loads and loads of galleons– if they weren’t already. speaking of which: amber hues oozed with warmth as they landed on another customer. “are you going to B U Y that?”
his eyes darted from the vinyl in his hands to the voice that called out to him, finding purchase on a women looking at him expectantly. ‘ no i wasn’t .... to be honest i don’t even listen to music i just thought the cover of this particular one looked nice. ‘
lori sat cross legged on an old blanket she’d stolen from the ravenclaw common room, the dying stub of a cigarette burning away lodged between her lips. dozens of papers were neatly stacked on the grass in front of her — notes from different classes. the lioness had decided it was about time she actually revised for her upcoming N.E.W.T.s, even if she didn’t feel like it. as she was about to go through her potions notes one more time a gust of wind decided to ruin her plans. all the papers suddenly went flying into the air, mixing as they floated until one could no longer tell which piece belonged to which stack. the stub between her lips landed on the blanket, burning a small hole into the fabric. ❛ oh — son of a bitch ! ❜ lori exclaimed a little too loud, attracting the attention of almost every other student by the lake. ❛ REALLY ? this was the LAST thing i needed today… ❜
it was quiet and juyoung almost felt relaxed by the calmness of his surroundings. he had just come back from town and the evident cuts and bruises on his lips and knuckles were swelling but he had felt this kind of pain before, many times, so it didn’t bother him as much as it used to. still, he WINCED when a loud voice rang in the air, cringing inwardly as the peace now was erupted. glancing over at a girl not to far away from him, papers swirling about around her and the exasperated look on her face made him smirk as he walked over to her. catching a couple of papers under his foot it planted into the ground, his hands still dug deep in his pockets. juyoung’s head tilted to the side as a cocked grin emerged on his facial features. ‘ if you wanted help, you didn’t have to scream for it. ‘
this is my brat juyoung fortescue ( also hi hello it’s
me steph who plays subin wilkes ) and this is his intro ~ ~
gryffindor. 7th year. lowkey works and florean fortescue’s ice cream parlour.
he’s an underground fighter
meaning he goes around town to seek out fights to earn money
he comes from the poorer side of the fortescue family, his mother immigrating from korea, a muggleborn, and then married into the family, who is a pureblood
they lived in houses for function, never buying things that he wanted but needed for survival
he was never good in school, always getting into trouble when he heard people talking about his clothes or the shoes that he wears and breaking their nose for it
which is really weird because he looks so sweet and cute and will give you this really adorable box smile yet when he throws a punch it’s meant to put the other person down and out
he never learned how to properly fight, meaning his hands are always bruised or broken and his knuckles are permanently disjointed
he first found out that people paid to see fights when he was in the 5th grade and has been doing it since
he has a lean stature making it easy for him to weave in and out of bad situations, allowing him to have the quickness he needs to win fights
every fight he won the money would go to his mom because he knows how hard an immigrant life is in a different country
his mother, a korean immigrant, doesn’t know how to speak english
so he learned for her, always with her at the markets and when she goes out to make sure nothing goes wrong
a really good son, always there and ready to work and help her
he is fluent in both korean and english
he only would study about things that would help his mother (language, market prices, about the area, etc.)
he can’t fight as often as he did before because his mother really wants him to focus on his studying, but he still sucks at it, only barely keeping it together in his last year
he cheats all the time, stealing notes for other kids and then switching out assignments that were done by other students by slipping into professors classrooms
he smokes and drinks and doesn’t play sports because he likes being alone
he hates rich people because they never done anything for him or his family
he’s always disappearing and that either means his fighting or at the ice cream shop
always has bruises and cuts on his face
very two faced
will smile and act cute if he wants something
his real nature is always hidden because he doesn’t want to get kicked out of school because he doesn’t want to disappoint his mother