Jun Chang

17. Ravenclaw. Sixth Year

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catgotyourtongueannie:

There should have been some kind of twisted joke made, because the air suddenly felt thick with… something. There was playful banter, there was flirting, there was something that honestly felt like a fun game. But under that, some thick tension, something almost uncomfortable with how natural and easy it felt. If Annie knew one thing, and knew it well, it was that easy wasn’t part of her life, easy wasn’t something that she often experienced, and so even as she stood firm in their staring contest, the crawling feeling on her skin had her shifting her feet. Where did flirting and banter end? When was it too much?

The words out of his mouth made her blink, essentially losing their staring contest. There were about eight hundred reason she could have come up with for this being a bad idea. For him, anyway. The impulsive statement didn’t really fit with the image she’d crafted in her mind for this boy. But he leaned in and any chance for retort was lost as the space where she would normally scratch out her reply was lost.

His question had her at a loss. Because she honestly had no idea if she’d ever read anything about what happened to a man if he kissed a siren, and it didn’t occur to her, for whatever reason that he was about to do just that until she felt lips against hers, and for a moment, her eyes widened before they slipped closed and she let herself kiss back.

But a curiosity dragged her out of the kiss before it could get too out of hand, something she was prone to do. A hand still rested at the base of his neck, but she made just enough space between them to make the words from her wand visible. ‘So? What happens to a man when he kisses a siren? Dost thou feel trapped in an unbreakable spell? Or was the spell broken?’

Jun’s arms securely wrapped around her waist, as his own eyes slowly dropped to a close. The feel of her tender lips against his and the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. When she returned the kiss he lifted his hands up her waist pausing them at her abdomen. Little did he know how easy the question would be to answer when he saw the words after she had ended the kiss. His dark eyes scan over the letters as he tries to regain his normal course of breathing. He can’t help but smile at her, feeling her hand at the base of his neck. He finds himself unable to break his gaze from her. He moves one hand up to stroke the bottom of her chin.

“Can you tell the difference?” He whispers with a smirk. “It’s intoxicating even more than alcohol. For research purposes I think I need another try.” Jun states trying to not divulge the fact he’s a little nervous, and he inches his lips closer again, but moves his eyes from her own to where she wrote the words. “What do you say?” He didn’t just want to barge in like a barbarian and kiss her again if she didn’t like it. He can feel the warmth of her breath against his lips and it causes him to forget anything else exists. His pocket dictionary doesn’t exist. The couple not too far from them aren’t making out. He’s just crashed his ship, and it’s just the siren with him enticing him. “Dost thou protest?”

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Cattermole Karaoke Extravaganza - Dorcas Meadowes and Jun Chang

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twistedmeadowes:

Dorcas rolled her eyes, and as if to make her point, finished off the drink in her hand in one quick gulp. Cut off, yeah right. This place was definitely crowded enough that if she wanted to slip away, she definitely could to get herself another drink. She let out a scoff when he called Evan ‘psychotic’, eyes rolling a little. “Don’t call him names, Jun. That’s not nice.” She maybe, possibly, had a bit of a bias, but she didn’t want anyone being mean to Evan. He looked mad enough, for one, and likely could torch the place without a thought. But even so, she didn’t necessarily think he was psychotic. “I just didn’t think it was his scene. And he’s not the only ginger wandering around, you know.”

She let out a snort of a laugh, head shaking a bit. “You don’t deserve to be punched in the face. Unless you’ve done something I don’t know about.” A little nudge with her hip, and she managed to get them through a thicker bit of the crowd, somewhere with a little less body mass. “You’re the only one who cares about winning the staring contest, Juny. And you don’t need to water down anything. I’m fine.”

“He’s not a nice man, Doey. But alright I’ll spare him any mention. Why is he here though?” Jun replies scrunching his nose up in distaste. Smirking slightly when she mentions that he wasn’t the only ginger. “I’m aware. Mol is here. I think Arthur is here. Maybe they’re here together.” He needs a drink, one of his watered down specialties. However he wouldn’t depart from being Dorcas’s pain in the ass brother yet.

Jun snickers to Doe, “Depends what could win me a punch to the face? I don’t think I’ve done anything..oh wait..” He looks left then right as if he had some large secret he was about to give her. Instead he reached into his trouser pocket and presented her with his pocket dictionary. “To read once you pass out or maybe before.” He chuckles teasingly, only because he doesn’t know if he will actually indulge in his dictionary. He nudges back with his hip with a soft laugh. “No. Everyone cares about winning Doe.   We should karaoke.”

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catgotyourtongueannie:

‘The North star is only reliable if you can see it.’ Annie countered quickly, lifting her own gaze up for a moment, where stars dotted the sky around clouds that rolled in and out. There was some ancient proverb about not letting one’s head get too caught up in the clouds, or something, but the whole thing eluded her, and she didn’t waste her time trying to remember, instead simply offered a shrug and looked back to him, just in time to see him moving closer. Her feet came up from the ground so that there was no resistance, and her hands wrapped tightly around the chains holding the thing up. Perhaps it wasn’t exactly safe to get wild on this particular swing, she had no idea if it was stable or not, but she did let out a little shriek when she propelled forward, let herself swing a bit, even leaning back a bit and letting her head fall back.

When she’d had enough of the moment, she let her feet scrape the ground again, slowing herself down, coming to a slow halt. His words made her laugh, and once she was no longer swinging back and forth, she stood up, brushed herself off and twisted to look at him, to take a couple of steps closer. Head tilted up to look at him, taking note that he was quite a bit taller than she’d realized at the music shop, and her arms folded over her chest for a moment as she leveled a stare at him. Part of her was feeling it out, seeing how long she could go, seeing if she made him uncomfortable. But finally, she lifted her wand, let herself draw more letters in the air. They seemed to burn, glow brighter in their dark little spot. ‘It’s the only explanation for you finding me again. You missed me. And you were curious. It’s understandable, I’m a strange person, an interesting study. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your secret longing.’ A pause, as she offered a smirk. ‘Maybe I missed you back.’

She had so far managed to keep him on his toes. Annie made conversations fun to him. Which was most likely his life’s way of a joke since she didn’t talk exactly. He watches the words form and laughs quietly. “It’s up there by that constellation there.” He draws the constellation with his finger in the sky. Then he realizes he’s wrong, but doesn’t want to back out of being right. The screech that comes out of her lips makes him chuckle. Preparing to help her if the swingset toppled over.

Dark eyes watching the stars in the sky, before he glances over in time to see her slowing herself down on the swing. There she stood in front of him as they locked into some sort of staring contest. He won these things all the time, and he kept count. He quirks a brow at her as they stand in the sound of silence. Surprisingly it doesn’t bother him. Especially because his mind swims with quips to present her at any given time. His gaze stalks her wand in the air as she writes. The lit words luminous in the sky.  Jun snorts at her words ready with a retort. “It doesn’t have to be a secret longing.” Was it the small boost of liquid courage? He wasn’t sure but he smirked back lowering his head down to move it inches from hers.

Jun decides against his better judgement to just give in. “What happens to a man when he kisses a siren?” He asks before he leaves little room to answer drawing his lips to hers. He wasn’t usually so spontaneous, but the moment felt right.  

[yourgalgladys]

junchangly:

Jun was more of an academic scholar. Social events he didn’tmind, but they weren’t really his forte. Monitoring the people around him, hehad started watering his drinks down or any beverage he had when he got there.Because he wanted to see his peers get trashed, but he didn’t necessarily wantto lose control over himself. He wasn’t being a Debbie Downer though. No oneknew he was watering the drinks down, and it just looked like his alcoholtolerance was ace.

He had stopped on his way back to the kitchen to chat withsomeone. A random classmate about boring subjects like the curriculum andstories they had ready over the course of break. Because break be damned hestill worked. Then out of nowhere he felt hands around his waist and a head onhis shoulder. “Hello..who..who is hugging me?” He tilts his head trying tofigure out his vocalized question.

To be fair, Gladys had been doing a fair amount of drinking and in such a crowded room it was difficult for her to tell who was who at this point. From the back the boy looked like a friend of hers and so out of sheer giddiness to go greet him she made her way over. Gladys wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a hug and resting her head on his shoulder waiting for his reaction.

When she heard the voice from the person she was hugging though, she realized that she may have made a mistake. She pulled away from him for a second to look at his face and, yep, yeah this wasn’t who she thought it was. “Oh, wow I’m so sorry. My bad!” she apologized with a laugh as she let go of him and took a step back, “I thought you were someone else, I totally didn’t mean to awkwardly interrupt your conversation like that.”

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At first he thought the flash of brunette locks might be Dorcas. Leave her alone for one second and she’s smashed. But the texture of the girl’s hair is wrong, and it’s not quite the style Dorcas had worn to the party. He blinks a bit confused as Gladys pulls away. Then the sudden realization of whom it is strikes him. “Hello Gladys. How much have you had to drink?” He asked changing the direction of who he conversed with. He had encountered the girl countless times in the library his second home. But they never really talked much. Most of it his own fault for being absorbed in whatever book he had been studying.

The amusement files across his lips into a grin down to her. “Enjoying the party so far? Oh it’s fine. We were discussing the curriculum when we get back to school.” He shrugs his shoulders as the person he had been talking to casually walked back into the kitchen to refill their drink.  He probably shouldn’t ask if she’s been studying over break, and stops himself from doing so as he idly taps his fingers awaiting her answers

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junchangly:

Jun had been drinking himself, but when he encounters Dorcas ram herself into another person. He stands from his seat, drink in hand, as he makes a bee line over to his sister. Snickering he takes a drink of his mixed concoction. “Maybe we should cut you off Doey. Don’t need you tripping into…” Well Belby wasn’t here so thank God for small favors. Who was here? Dark eyes scan the room and he can pinpoint the unruly anger in one of the corners. “Mulciber. I’d like to keep you in one piece as my sister.” He concludes.

He eyes the person she clicked against, and silently engaged them into a stare. Since most people weren’t aware of him, he assumed they went on the stereotype that he could karate chop them into Azkaban. Which of course worked in his favor.

“Cut me off? You must be joking.” Without a thought, she takes another swift sip of her drink, eyes moving from her poor victim to her brother, eyes rolling a little. Though when he spoke again, her eyebrow lifted a little, and her eyes scanned the room, looking for that signature flaming hair sticking out of the crowd. “Is Evan here?” Sure enough, she spotted him over in the corner, both looking a little angry and chatting away with… was that Greer? Probably. 

Her head shook a little, as she watched the momentary staring contest and rolled her eyes again. “Alright, boys, that’s enough. Sorry again, sweety, I’m just going to take Jun here and go.” Looping her arm through her brother’s, she gave him a little tug in the other direction, offering one more little apologetic smile over her shoulder. “You know, you’re going to get yourself punched in the face one of these days, Juny.”

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Jun nodded at his first observation. She definitely needed to lay off some of the booze if she was already trampling innocent bystanders at the Cattermole party. He narrows his eyes when she asks if Mulciber was in attendance. “That’s precisely why you’re getting cut off. You didn’t even notice the psychotic ginger in the corner.” Jun rolled his eyes, but managed to lock the gaze with this phantom victim instead. Silently sizing the other boy up. He had this whole big brother thing down for sure.

Then he’s steered away by Dorcas, his arm hooking with hers. He offers a smile down to her. “Well maybe I’ll deserve being punched in the face, one day.” Jun replied with a light shrug of his shoulders. “I was winning that staring contest, just so we’re clean.” It sounded ridiculous, but he was positive about his almost victory. “Maybe I should water the punch so you can drink some of it?”

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catgotyourtongueannie:

The moment she realized exactly who had found her, she felt her lips quirk up in a little smirk, eyes rolling slightly. Of course piano boy had found her. Odysseus had crashed into the rocks, and this time, she didn’t even need music to lure him in. Not that it had been her intention to lure anyone in to begin with, and yet here he was. Feet scraped along the ground as she pushed herself on the little swing, back and forth for a moment, and lit up the cigarette, blowing out a quick puff of smoke into the air. This was the part where she made some witty comeback, which would definitely be a lot easier if she actually had one.

‘This isn’t a poetry reading, did you wander into the wrong place?’ Finally, when her wand lifted and she scratched out a few words in the air, they were more insulting than she meant them to be. Sure, it had been a joke, but she hadn’t intended it harsh. It was hard without tone. She hoped, at least, that the smirk on her face conveyed that she was kidding around. ‘And there wasn’t even a song. I think you just missed me.’

The last time he had seen her was that quirky little music shop. Closing the distance between them, casually turning his gaze around them. He thought it would be weird for the wayward couple to swing into their vicinity. He steps up near the swing and leans himself against the pole, arms crossed across his chest. Her first comment making his brow shoot up in a questionable arch, but he’s patient and waits for her scribbling in the air to finish. Smoking wasn’t generally his scene, so his head swerves to dodge some smoke that gets blown his way.

“It’s impossible for me to have wandered into the wrong place.” Moving his finger to point up at the night sky, twirling between stars. “The North Star never has lead its fellow adventurers astray. “ Actually it probably had, but no taking that back now. He walks over behind her in the swing. “Hold tight, I’m going to give you a shove.” This wasn’t one of those flimsy swing sets is it? He stands behind her grasping the she seat before giving her a shove forward. Moving swiftly to the side so he didn’t get knocked on his arse. Jun grins to Annie. He had to read her responses, but she didn’t necessarily need to look at his face when he spoke. At least he hoped not.

“Miss you? That spell at the music store must have critically assaulted my conscious. “

[junchangly-blog]

Jun was more of an academic scholar. Social events he didn’t mind, but they weren’t really his forte. Monitoring the people around him, he had started watering his drinks down or any beverage he had when he got there. Because he wanted to see his peers get trashed, but he didn’t necessarily want to lose control over himself. He wasn’t being a Debbie Downer though. No one knew he was watering the drinks down, and it just looked like his alcohol tolerance was ace.

He had stopped on his way back to the kitchen to chat with someone. A random classmate about boring subjects like the curriculum and stories they had ready over the course of break. Because break be damned he still worked. Then out of nowhere he felt hands around his waist and a head on his shoulder. “Hello..who..who is hugging me?” He tilts his head trying to figure out his vocalized question.

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“Cheers.” Dorcas knew how to enjoy a party. She’d gotten to Cattermole’s late, when the party was already pretty much in full swing, and had already started drinking. Of course she had. Fingers curled around the bottle in her hand as she clinked it against the one held by the person next to her, and then she took a long sip from it, eyes scanning, exploring the room. Cattermole definitely knew how to throw a party, that was for damn sure, and this was much more fun than the stuffy affairs she’d attended already this holiday season. 

Her eyes scanned the room for a moment, and she slipped away from the corner she’d been occupying, fully intending on making her way to the kitchen where she knew there were snacks, when her feet betrayed her and she stumbled into someone. “Shoot, sorry. Y’alright?” Her speech, slightly slurred, held a hint of amusement. She really shouldn’t be laughing at running into someone, but hell, it was a party. It was fun. 

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Jun had been drinking himself, but when he encounters Dorcas ram herself into another person. He stands from his seat, drink in hand, as he makes a bee line over to his sister. Snickering he takes a drink of his mixed concoction. “Maybe we should cut you off Doey. Don’t need you tripping into…” Well Belby wasn’t here so thank God for small favors. Who was here? Dark eyes scan the room and he can pinpoint the unruly anger in one of the corners. “Mulciber. I’d like to keep you in one piece as my sister.” He concludes.

He eyes the person she clicked against, and silently engaged them into a stare. Since most people weren’t aware of him, he assumed they went on the stereotype that he could karate chop them into Azkaban. Which of course worked in his favor.

[catgotyourtongueannie-blog]

This party was nothing but nervewracking. Around every corner there was another person getting drunk and doing something stupid. She really, really hated drunk people. Idiots, the lot of them. At any rate, her experience at the party so far had been dart and weave around drunk people, getting caught for a few minutes by Reggie and having to listen to him ramble on and make a joke about her doing some karaoke for him, and then quickly slipping outside to get away from the stuffy, sweaty air for a bit.

At least less people were outside, though as she looked for a good place to light up, she walked by a couple so tangled up together that they looked to be one person with extra limbs. Still, she found a nice little clump of trees, and even a swing, and took a seat, ready to light up, when she heard a branch snapping behind her. Her eyes lifted and she turned slightly to see who was approaching, offered a small nod of her head.

[junchangly-blog]

Jun didn’t mind parties, but he would much rather be tucked away reading a book. That’s probably why he tucked a pocket size dictionary in his trouser pocket when he and Dorcas arrived. Knowing one time at the evening he would need to find a spot to retreat from the party. His introverted nature tugging him to a nice resting place.

To his surprise he wasn’t alone in his needing to get away. The twig snaps under his foot and he frowns. His mind jogging through many scenarios in his head. Lucky for him he got occupied staring at the couple before he proceeded deeper into the woods after confirming one of those people wasn’t Dorcas Not being mindful of his steps at all, he curses gently to himself stumbling forward. Until he sees a familiar blonde in the opening. He smirks and points to her.

“So you’re leading me astray with your siren song, again?” Jun teased to the girl.

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missglenda:

“Oh, that is a lot, I am sorry you had to wait so long, I didn’t realize I was so late,“ Glenda said apologetically. She thought she was on time but maybe she took more than she thought she did. Or he was there early. Both of the scenarios was a possibility. “It wasn’t that hard to find, so, fortunately, no,“ she shook her head as they both went inside and chose a table. She shrugged off her coat and put it onto the back of the chair before she sat down and finally looked around the place, like really looked around. “This place is so cool, J,“ Glenda grinned excitedly. “How did you find it?“ She took the menu into her hand and started flipping through it. “You said the tea was pretty good here, right? Do you have any specific recommendation I should try or I can’t really go wrong with tea? Also how is their hot coco? Did you ever tried that?“

Jun shrugged his shoulders slightly indifferent of her being a little late. Especially because it secretly meant that he had beat her to their meeting place. Meaning he had won some challenge she wasn’t even privy to. Grinning to himself, knowing he was purposefully early anyway to triumph over this silly head goal. He waits for Glenda to sit so he isn’t seen as a prude. Settling in the chair across from her, he looks around and nods. “I really like this place. Sometimes I come here to study if the castle is too crowded.” Jun added as he turned open the menu and nodded to her question. “The house black tea is very good. They also have a green tea, blackberry tea, a fusion berry tea. I’ve tried them all. I really like just their black tea though. Hmm I haven’t had their hot cocoa. I’m sure it should be good though. I haven’t gone wrong here yet. I tend to like their croissants and their biscuit snack sandwiches. I’ll order some and you can taste off of my plate.”

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Shut up and kiss me again.

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mollysmayhem:

Dear Jun,

I hate to admit it, but you still put so many butterflies in my stomach it’s hard to deal with. And all this talk about jealousy …looks like we both have some issues in that department. I have a confession. I’m not completely over you either. I miss our study nights – and our “study nights.” Maybe we could do something to change that. It seems like things are in an interesting place right now, don’t you think? Speaking of jealousy …is there a reason you haven’t spoken to Arthur? Only a thought.

When I see Dorcas, I will try to talk to her, see where she’s at and maybe offer a shoulder if she needs it for any reason. She seems like a lovely girl and I’d hate for her to marry the wrong person, especially when it’s not her decision. I’ll tell her I’m talking to her because of you. Maybe that will get me an in.

The Gala was so boring, Jun. Be glad you weren’t there. I got a little tipsy and …well, ended up leaving early. As far as the engagement party goes, I’m not interested. I feel like I did my “duty” by going to the Gala. But I do plan on going to the New Year’s party. I hope you’ll be there.

I want to meet as soon as you have a chance. It’s not too hard to get away from the house because there’s so many people. No one will miss me for a little while. Tell me the time and place.

Mol,

Butterflies are  recurring movement in my stomach when I see you. You miss our study nights too? Maybe we could have one together soon. I hope you have some books to bring over, more importantly you.  Oh no, no reason at all. I just get sidetracked with studying, haha thought you would get to slip did you? I mean Arthur and you even have the same hair color.

I think you’re right. That would probably give you an opening, and maybe she would confine in you. Maybe she already has a plan in place to not marry Belby… but I’m very worried. I just can picture it going so wrong? I’ve been trying to read for a loop hole in pure blood contracts.. But I don’t have that many books about the subject unfortunately.

The Gala was boring? I bet they are just like muggle business parties then. There’s no doubt in my mind, but if you want to chance one with me I wouldn’t decline. Good. I can stand to stretch my legs a little bit. How about tomorrow night at the Three Broomsticks? We can start there.. and who knows where we’ll end up.

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twistedmeadowes:

Jun,

99% sure that my first impression should not be showing up at the door with alcohol, considering my mom hasn’t seen me since I was, like, 6 and your dad has never met me at all. But if you wanna go to a bar, I would be cool with that. We could meet up. I could be there in 30 minutes or so if you’ve got time now.

I have a feeling that if we get to my wedding day, you’ll need to check and make sure I haven’t been put under the Imperius curse or replaced with a replicate. If I’m marrying Belby, that is. If it’s someone else, likelihood of it being against my will is lower.

Doey,

Alright fair enough. I don’t think they would judge, but that probably wouldn’t be the way you would want to be reunited and meet my dad. My dad’s like me. Which bar do you want to meet at? There’s one a few streets down called Howie’s? I could be there in twenty minutes. Or do you know of another one?

I’ll be sure to kidnap you on your wedding day if it’s to Belby. If it’s another person I better at least be in the wedding as a Groomsman.I could be the Best Man? Best Man Chang. See? It just goes together. Thought actually it’s more probable I’ll just be either a groomsman or in the first row cheering you on.

[catgotyourtongueannie-blog]

All the domesticity for piano girl & uptown boy

how did they first kiss?

Annie just kissed him one day. She couldn’t help herself. She then left in embarrassment.

who flirts more?

Annie for sure.

how did the relationship start?

With a piano.

how did they start living together? do they move? how do they choose the place?

It started with sleepovers. Eventually, things were left at his place. And then they got their own place. 

do they have roommates?

Technically, his parents for a while.

do they get married (or equivalent)?

Yes.

do they have kids?

Cho.

do they have pets?

Yes. An owl and a cat or two. 

do they act different in public and at home?

Not at all.

big spoon/little spoon?

Annie is not big on the cuddling thing at first, so Jun has to initiate it a lot.

sleeping habits?

Annie likes to sleep in a lot. 

favorite non-sexual activity?

Piano and Shakespeare.

favorite sexual activity?

Pretty much anything.

how often do they have sex?

Quite a bit. 

what habits of the other drives them crazy?

Jun’s obsession with studying everything can drive Annie crazy.

how often do they fight?

Surprisingly not often.

most trivial thing they fight over?

Jun’s studying habits.

who uses all the hot water?

Annie.

who does most of the cleaning?

Jun.

what do they watch on tv and do they fight for the remote?

Annie’s not really a fan of TV. So she doesn’t watch much and doesn’t care what he watches.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working?

Annie.

who answers the phone?

Jun.

who steals the blankets?

They both do.

who remembers things?

Jun.

who does the groceries?

They do it together.

who cooks normally?

Annie actually loves to cook.

who leaves their stuff lying everywhere?

Annie.

what kind of stuff can be found around their place?

Millions of books. A few clothes here and there. 

what do their cupboards or shelves look like?

Neat and organized. Everything has a place.

what does their closet(s) look like?

Neat and organized.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

Annie works a lot. Jun reads.

do they have nicknames or pet names for each other?

Annie likes to call Jun ‘Fancy boy’. Eventually it turns into a term of endearment. 

how do they refer to the other in public? how do other people refer to the other? (i.e. “my partner”, “ask your father”, ”dad and papa”, ”how’s your wife?”, etc)

Annie just calls him ‘Jun’ to other people. Occasionally ‘husband’

who is more likely to pay for dinner?

Jun.

how often do they go on dates?

They don’t go out much. But they have a lot of home ‘dates’. 

typical date night? out or at home?

At home.

do they celebrate birthdays, valentine’s day, anniversaries?

Yes. 

what would they get each other for gifts?

Annie always plays it safe with books.

how do they spend christmas and new year’s (or equivalent family gatherings)?

With Jun’s family and as a family. 

who cusses more?

Annie.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?

Annie would be concerned and take care of him.

what are little gestures they do for each other?

Annie sitting with Jun when he’s reading, just playing with his shirt or his hair.

do they know how the other takes their coffee/tea?

Annie has no idea. She guesses. 

do they feel they see each other enough, or do they have activities that take too much of their time?

Annie feels like she works too much sometimes, and would like to spend more time together. 

(added) morning routine?

Usually, he wakes up first, so she finds him reading somewhere. 

how do they make up after a fight?

Annie tends to take a break to cool off if they have a major fight, and then they talk it out. 

@junchangly

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catgotyourtongueannie:

Different. Strange. Weird. Uncomfortable. The fact of the matter was, Annie spent a disproportionate amount of time thinking about death, and how fascinating the subject was. It was strange, and she knew it was strange. Luckily for her, no one could really read her mind and discover just how deep those thoughts went. But she only offered a shrug when he said so, tried not to let the slight sting of the words show on her face. He was just another person who thought she was a weirdo. 

But she didn’t have much time to focus on it before she was bumped out of the way, and she actually laughed a little, hand coming up to cover her mouth as she listened to the tune and to his suggestion that went with it. She didn’t actually know the song, but if she closed her eyes, she could see the picture clearly in front of her. And The Tempest had always been one of her favorite plays, too. 

She quickly scribbled out a new note. ‘I’m Miranda or I’m the Tempest itself? I’ve always thought myself more an Ariel, if I’m being honest. Perhaps you could be Caliban.’ 

She took a small step closer, not bumping him out of the way this time, but stepping behind him, letting her arms slip around his neck so that her fingers could hit the keys between his hands while her chin rested on his shoulder. She didn’t know the song he was playing, but she could hear a light harmony in her mind to go along with it, and played it while his notes continued. After a moment, her hands stilled, and she used the paper in front of him to continue her written thoughts. ‘This one is pretty. What is it?’ A pause in her thought, and she quickly adds. ‘Sorry if I smell like popcorn. I work in a cinema.’

Jun snickers at her note, “Are you trying to say I’m deformed? Or that we’re both slaves under..” He shrugs his shoulders trying to picture Prospero as someone they knew. Then it came up rather quickly his thoughts. “Dumbledore at school anyway. I was thinking more Miranda… but…” Teasing her he narrows his eyes looking over her. “You do have the height to fit Ariel.”  He stiffens for a minute feeling Annie’s arms stretch forward from around his neck.

But the free melody of the piano helped him remain calm and collected. Offering her a smile as he listened to the lightly spun musical notes, colliding with the number he was still gliding his fingers too. Looking at her note on the paper, he continues until the last note. “It’s a newer artist I heard a couple months ago actually. Ludovico Einaud. This song is Primavera. You might want to look for his music, it’s very nice. I suppose some of his numbers may remind you of death like Ophelia, or Solois. Such a pair they would have made.”  Recalling what she had said earlier he sniffs at her expectantly. “A little like old popcorn. At least you don’t small like burnt popcorn.”

“Cinema? Are you sure you aren’t one of the Muses?” Jun grinned and winked at her waiting for her answer. Lightly tapping the keys in front of him not wanting the music to stop altogether.

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Jun sent over the specific address of the coffee shop he mentioned, so after stepping out of Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron, Glenda started walking in the direction she hoped the coffee shop would be, and she only needed a couple of minutes to get there. It looked really cool and pretty and welcoming from the outside, a Jun was already standing outside, waiting for her, she quickly made her way towards him. “Hey, Merry Christmas! You haven”t been waiting too long for me, right?”

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He hadn’t been waiting too long. His hands shoved into his pocket as he rocked slightly to keep the warmth in his body. Jun had left his books at home for the most part, except for a small day planner in his pocket that rarely saw any light outside of his room. Turning behind him he stared at the humble coffee and tea shop. Grinning at the small decorative Christmas lights they had hung outside their store, and within the glass entry window he could see his reflection enveloped somehow in the lights. Hearing Glenda’s voice he turns to her, flashing her a smile. “Merry Christmas G! Oh no I haven’t been waiting too long. I don’t know maybe fifteen minutes?  Did you get lost at all trying to find it?” He asked while he reached across in front of him to open the door to the humble place. The bell up on the door chimes them both in greeting.