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김종인 — kai. gryffindor, seventh year. shaking hands, swapping dirty blood.

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When I look up, I see people cashing in. I don’t see heaven or saints or angels. I see people cashing in on every decent impulse and every human tragedy.

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miapuff:

A short laugh, an understanding little nod- Amelia blinked up at him in wonder, never failing to hide the surprise that bloomed with every sentence; too pleasantly enamoured by all the layers that she did not expect. After being asked out to the dance by him, she perhaps thought of spending the night drinking too much with him, maybe even ending up being burrowed somewhere deep in his bed, scantly dressed ( as boys often desire her to be ), but she realized now that conversation – despite her less than stellar intelligence – might be the main attraction of the night. 

“How do you manage to say such pretty words?” She all but gushed, not even trying to stop the brightness that glittered in her eyes. Such a trait must be a virtue, surely. “I wish I could do that- Although I don’t think I’m smart enough…” Amelia shrugged, not really bothered by the fact that so defined her all throughout her teenage years. Besides, she always had better use of her body in the art of communicating above anything else.

“Oh no.” She said, letting a loud giggling whoop escape her lips as she twirled in his arms once more. “No no no– you’re gonna have to do it with anyone but me!” Amelia gripped him slightly tighter underneath her fingers, pulling him closer with her eyes alight– as if it could prevent him from turning her around and making a spectacle of them, especially with those arms.

“pretty — i guess. true though, right?” he locks his fingers and lets them rest languidly on the small of her back. “maybe words have less to do with intelligence, and, you know, more with telling it how it is. like, the truth. that be true, be true, be true shit, like nathaniel hawthorne says.” the look in his eyes is distant, but nonetheless attentive.

kai ends up running out of words. it happened often, and therefore came to no surprise or effect on his heartbeat. syllables that lacked depth or meaning he found altogether unnecessary and would very much be sidelined by silence as the sole alternative in all cases. then again — it did made some uncomfortable. silence, that is, in a world where everyone is always talking. mia’s cool; she wouldn’t mind it too much, right?

it’s like this that he allows them to sway to the now bluesy rhythm of some band of whose name he couldn’t quite remember. he nuzzles his cheek against her hair and has half a mind to catch a whiff of it before an equable smile spreads gently across his lips.

when the song ends, he unlinks his fingers and lets them run around her waist before pulling away. “i’m getting that yike, mia.” an impish chuckle, paired with a roguish glint in his eye.

unhurriedly, kai leans in and presses his lips against her cheekbone. the gesture is soft and rosy. “meet up again soon, yeah? i’ve got to say hi to some people. boring stuff.” he squeezes her hand, smiles, and turns away.

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* winter things — ft kai.

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slypeyton:

      she breathes a relief when he relents, exhaling what seems to be a breath held for a century with a shaky grin. to think! there had been a chance that kai wouldn’t like it. “i’m glad you like it—” peyton gushes while he pulls her close, slouching slightly under his arm. “hey—i try my best to deliver—” she watches the slug with a raised brow, lips puckering into an exaggerated pout. “no, i used my hands—in the cold—through frozen dirt—tell me i’m your best girl.” peyton shoots him a pointed look (to her best efforts, with the semi awkward positioning and all), head shaking. 

“you hold it! get to know it, caress it, name it—i think bruno would be nice—what’s the difference between a regular slug and the flesh eating ones again?”

she doesn’t mind the walk, fingers twisting in back of his shirt as she follows him to gryffindor tower, the heel of her shoe scuffling against the rug while waiting. kai reappears with her gift and peyton simply stares at the wrapping, visibly tickled, before moving to unwrap it—taking great care to carry out the task, grinning to herself—eyes widening slightly when she unboxes it.

“uh.” her arms presses closer to her chest, wrists crossing over them slow as their eyes meet. dumbfounded, peyton offers up a small and unhelpful: “wow.”

“yeah.” he nods at the gift, pressing his lips together in some mediocre attempt to stifle whatever it is that’s coming up his throat.

turns out it’s just laughter: wholesome, unabated laughter. it breaks out amidst the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and distant caw of a crow. when he’s finally able to stand up straight again and look her in the eye, he offers a rather unworldly smile. “jesus, merlin, whatever — the look on your face. it’s kind of hard not to notice your, like, boobs when noticing you in general.” he picks the garment up by the strap and examines it before placing it back into her hands. “it wasn’t like, oh i’m going to buy peyton a bra, better eye measure her size. anyway, it’s pretty right? i like red.” a shake of the head, then he gently punches her on the shoulder.

kai lifts the other half of the gift and tosses it twice into the air. “want to listen?” he doesn’t wait for her answer when he’s already placing it into the cassette player that he’s been hiding behind his back. ‘i saw mommy kissing santa claus,’ 1970.

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slyjieqiong:

a complete change in demeanor. she relaxed, rolls back her shoulders, leans back against the wall, and peers up at him, childishly scathing. “uh-huh. good to know you’re keeping everyone on edge, not just me.”

gigi blows back at him, arms crossed. it seems like retaliation for a little moment, and then it seems a bit much. it’s not like kai would be a stranger to such courses of action though. you reap what you sow. 

“it’s nice out today.” she comments dryly, looking up at the sky then. it’s pretty clear, nothing she’d call perfect. then again, he’s the so-called ‘expert’, and she’s just easily pressured. in no position to judge, that is. “i’d rather not die on such a fine day, you know? or, i guess—” tilting her head, she purses her lips— thoughtful, or annoyed. “am i just so boring that you can’t be around me without the threat of imminent death?”

“that doesn’t make sense.” he rubs the back of his neck. “why would i do cool things with a boring person? you’re wacko, gigi.”

slipping his hands into his coat pockets, he offers her half of an apologetic smile. “if i can’t take you for a ride, can at least take you out? it’s the holiday season.” kai sings the latter three words to the tune of andy william’s ‘happy holidays.’ fuckin’ nerd.

it’s with swift action that he moves behind gigi and edges her away from the wall, hands affectionately placed on her shoulders, chin atop her head. “we can go to hogsmeade. or make a snowman, and then destroy it. or like, lay on my bed and listen to all my records, for the millionth time. c’mon, best girl.”

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it's christmas! i know the season leaves people aching for something — is there anyone in particular you wished you could spend christmas with? beyond family? anyone you wish you could say, face to face right now, merry christmas?

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* winter things — ft kai.

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slypeyton:

      “well—it’s not like anything’s going to jump out at you.” she supplies helpfully, fidgeting with the way her fingers tug at the ends of her shirt. there was a chance that he wouldn’t like it, wasn’t there? and then she’d have to stand and watch the fallen expression of her best friend of seven years—no, she doesn’t want that.

surely, kai will like it.

she knows him well enough, right?

but the gryffindor merely stands and peyton finds herself tense watching him, barely daring a breath while round eyes flick back and forth between the yellow slug in the box and the boy holding it. oh god, what if he hates it? what then? 

she’s nearing an apology (the words are pushing at the back of her tongue) when kai speaks, his expression near drawing a flinch out of her. “sorry? i—i mean, i know it’s not a real banana slug but like—its close! its from hagrid’s garden so you know the bugger will outlast all of us—uhm—” really running low on selling points here. “and its c-cute too—i think it might be flesh eating though—ah—oh god, kai, i’m sorry.”

she shoots him an apologetic look. 

“i have other gifts!”

a dramatic sigh. then another. “peyton,” he clicks his tongue. “thank you.” a candid grin spreads across his lips as he slips one arm over her shoulders and around her neck, cheek pressed affectionately against the top of her head. “you’re really something. didn’t know you had it in you to pick up a slug.” he takes it out of the box and lays it across his fingers. “unless you used wingardium leviosa or some shit. in which case, you probably scared the shit out of it.” he holds it out to her. “want to hold? it’s not flesh-eating. haven’t you ever paid attention in care of magical creatures?”

it’s like this that he walks, one arm around her neck — clearly just to make her uncomfortable. “i have something for you, too. come to our common room.” he leads her up the tower, past the fat lady (“flibbertigibbet!”), and to the fireplace. “one sec,”

returning, he slips a box, poorly wrapped in newspaper, into her hands.

inside, a bra and cassette. don’t hit me.

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* TREAT ME LIKE FIRE ,

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puffleri:

what was the harm in throwing him a bone? jinri wasn’t blind, she possessed a tongue stubborner than most but she wasn’t dense. for her to treat him the same as she did then, when he was still all limbs and awkward, would be stupid.

and she was far from it.

so she allows the gryffindor to slip his arms around her, noting toned arms with a quiet hum as her attention fixate on his, a small laugh spilling from plush lips. “right, i believe you.” jinri plays along easily enough, arms slipping around his neck. “i’ve been less invested in other galas—so i suppose this one’s not so bad.” she didn’t have to elaborate further to indicate that the highlight of the night had been the after party that lies in waiting.

but it wasn’t like the night didn’t take an interesting turn, at least, so to say—jinri didn’t expect to be this close to kai ever again. “and you?” her head tilts, fingertips brushing over the nape of his neck absently. “i’m surprised you and mia aren’t attached to the hip—seeing as you did ask her, you should keep a better eye on her. she, well, has the frivolous tendency of getting whisked away by handsome men.”

jinri teases with a playful grin, “or did that happen already?”

not even five minutes in and she’s already throwing shade. what did he expect? “you know i was never really the possessive type,” the corners of his lips pull up into a jaded smile. “maybe she doesn’t like me all that much if she’s as easily whisked away as you say she is. i'm not that great at keeping girls like mia around.”

his grip tightens on her waist. possibly out of quiet anger.

or maybe because jinri is kind of pretty. kind of.

“so, are you going to tell me that you’re totally livid right now, or are you actually enjoying this?” dark eyes end up catching hers. she doesn’t seem irritated, which is a relief. but that’s probably just because he looks different — better. which kind of bums him out, because maybe that meant jinri didn’t care much for getting to know him, even if it was a long time ago. people don’t really change, do they?

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gryjennie:

her expression drenched with spite toward someone who she once considered as a friend. she clutched the diary against her chest, her knuckles evidently pale from the tight grip. 

the feeling of panic rushes through her body, a hurricane running through her mind. she didn’t know what to think of the situation. was she being too defensive? should she have played it off and instead initiated an actual conversation? – considering they were previously friends. 

“n-no.” she blurted, unsure of her response. the ability to think before you speak wasn’t present at that moment. forming concise and definitive responses were no where near her area of concern. “i mean, technically speaking – yes, it does belong to me.” she cleared her throat. she was never confident, but she had perfected the ability to lie without a single thought. now, with her clouded judgement it deemed impossible for her to even think of a cop out. there was no exit route.

she scowled. “i could ask the same for you. where did you get your hands on it?” she could be mad all she wanted, but she was unadmittedly quite relieved it was kai and not someone else. to a degree, she still trusted him. 

shortly after her expression softened, lines of worry creasing on her forehead. 

“please don’t tell anyone.”

kai slips his hands into the pockets of his coat, head slightly reclining back in some strange, sudden bout of lethargy. his answer to her question is vague and unconvincing: “i found it.” with minimal courage, he takes a slow step forward. dark eyes examine jennie’s face; he hasn’t reallylooked at her in a while.

“who is there to tell? seems like everyone’s near forgotten about hanseong.” quirking a brow, he kicks a rock with the side of his sneaker and watches as it tumbles down the steps and into the lake. then, a passing silence. it’s brief but feels long. when kai speaks again, his voice is low and gentle. “so uh, you can stop with the death grip now. i won’t say a word. you don’t have to believe me, but i promise. we’re — were — friends.” he coughs.

but he’s choking on curiosity. maybe hanseong wouldn’t hold such gravity for him if his father hadn’t been so curious, too. it’s thus with brooding quality that he peers absently at the reflection of dark clouds in the lake. intermittently, a breeze would cut through the surface.

once again, his eyes catch hers. “it’s not really any of my business, and i get that whatever’s in that is personal to you, but,” a quiet exhale. “who wrote it?” he already has an idea of the answer. “and why are you so, defensive about it?”

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Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you’ve got a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.

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* winter things — ft kai.

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slypeyton:

       kai can’t say she wasn’t the bestest friend he’s got now (already fact, but it’s often better to have solid proof to back it up) after a good hour digging around hagrid’s garden for a blasted slug—peyton didn’t know about the first thing that separated it from a banana slug, but she figures that with a good glamour charm, it can past anyone’s inspections.

then again, if kai was some kind of weirdo slug expert, she’d be effectively screwed.

“right, y—” she winces with the flick, brows knitting together in displeasure as she unlinks herself from him just as quickly to rub at her reddening forehead, nudging him with the point of her elbow in retaliation. “i forgot about that.” peyton scratches her cheek sheepishly, holding up the box at his mention.

“anyways, yeah, your gift — as you wished for it, my lion king.” she sniggers, eyes bright and flicking over his face, expectant of his reaction as she nudges the box into his hands. “i got you some other things but since i have you here…”

“hm. is it weird that i’m sort of scared to open it?” he quirks a brow, a string of chuckles inadvertently rising from his throat. it’s nonetheless with minimal caution that he takes the box into his hands, half a smile resting on his lips.

a deep breath, the box is opened, and—

—and it’s a slug. shouldn’t there be confetti coming out from the box or something?

kai watches it for what seems like a full minute. it’s slow-moving, of course, and kind of cute. he tries to remember, though, when the hell it was that he told peyton it would be awesome if he had a slug. a banana slug, which this clearly isn’t, judging from its size.

when he looks back up at her there’s a disbelieving expression plastered onto his face. “you’re really something, peyton.”

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slyjieqiong:

she’s completely blindsided by his desperate getaway, and damn near gets the air knocked out of her by the vertigo of displacement; but it serves him well, one could suppose, because she remains quiet. only staring up at him, wide-eyed and, more than anything, confused. she knows him not to be… normal ( “you’re a freak, you know that?” ) but this is a lot— even for him. but she concedes to his imposing authority, as a last option, or due to the lack thereof.

“what’s thi— what did you d-” and that’s all she manages to ask for before he promptly shuts her up in quite possibly the least agreeable way. she resists the urge to just spit them out, whatever the pastries are, and decides to be a good sport for once— laboriously chewing, one hand raised to cover her mouth as she stares at him now in sheer disbelief. “what is this—what’s wrong with you—what are these—it’s not good— not mm!!!!” her words are muffled, barely audible. a hand on his shoulder, softly squeezing as she hunches over slightly, says something about just how tiresome she’s finding him at the moment.

when she does look up again, it’s only briefly, as she proceeds to practically throw her head up, managing after some trouble to finally swallow. unusual.

“why are you like this?” gigi breathes, her hand dropping from his shoulder slowly. “of course i won’t tell him, as long as you don’t do that again.”

the guy can’t say he’s surprised that gigi is not particularly pleased with his sudden appearance; it seems like each and every of their encounters entails some tribulation on her part.

okay, of course! so it’s not at all masochistic and totally in good jest when he lets out an impish string of chuckles while watching her swallow, broad shoulders effectively covering her, head turning once or twice to check for any movement down the hallway.

“why am i like what? you were just there. i could’ve grabbed anyone.” kai blows some of the stray lengths of hair out of her face, then raises his palms to push back his own. “don’t worry. it was a one-time thing.”

his hands then return to his pockets, now empty. “merry christmas, gi. fancy another ride on my trusty firebolt? it’s uh, perfect weather today.”

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miapuff:

Amelia scrunched her nose, not realizing her words could be taken in such a context– she merely shook her head in response. “No- no. Ew- gross…” She said with a little smile, followed with a chime of laughter. “I was only being honest- really, but if you want to take it that way…” Dark eyes squinted a little at his face before it flew to the enchanted sky above them, the beautiful ice sculptures that lined the wall. 

Sometimes she thought too much of the sky and the sea, sometimes it seeped into her words and people might blink and laugh– but she never did care, Amelia is far too absentminded that way. 

“Oh sure, you’re plenty romantic,” She began – only half joking – all sunshine smiles and bright eyes. In belated realization she saw the clear stars reflected in his eyes as well, and she wondered if he always looked that way or was it possibly a reaction to the night. ( Or her? Perhaps not ). “I’d have to say that you’re pretty smooth with your words, though. You know how to make a girl feel special.” 

“About yiking– …I might have to bet you 5 sickles that you wouldn’t dare.” She raised an eyebrow, feeling herself only further engulfed by his touch – Amelia let out a soft giggle, it was gentler, quieter than the last, for she had realized just how much the distance between them had diminished.

“ah c’mon, i was just messing with you. sarah kay — she’s a muggle poet. brilliant woman. it doesn’t sound so corny coming from her mouth.” half of a sigh, then kai lets a smile rise to his cheeks, and from his cheeks to his eyes. “but thanks, i get that a lot,” he jokes. “i mean the things i say, though. i mean, not that — that was just me teasing you. but i mean everything else i’ve said. and i think it’s cool that you, mia, can say this kind of stuff, like out-and-out. every act of communication is a miracle of translation.”

kai always paid special attention to words. the rhythm of syllables. the way meanings fit in together, next to each other.

he’s got to admit: mia, to him at first, seemed a bit, er, ditzy. but with her in his arms, right in that very moment, he remembers that at the end of the day all of it — all of this — meant nothing if there was no human connection. nothing to deeply feel, no way to touch or give to the people around him. maybe mia’s got a big heart.

but who knows? is it really possible for any one human being to fully understand another?

“you severely underestimate me, amelia.” he lets his eyes travel along the curves of her lips. “i might as well have invented yiking.”

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* winter things — ft kai.

        by the time the end of the year had rolled around, peyton was scrambling to complete christmas presents. it wasn’t as if she had a budget to begin with (money was scarce, paling in comparison to the amount of friends she has) so quite the lot of them, save her brother and a selected few, had to settle for groovy (at least, she thought they were) shirts.

but kai, she believed, deserved something a little more special. 

( though she had made the mistake of asking what he wanted—a slug, he said? a slug?—but never say she doesn’t “deliver”. )

stalking through emptying halls, it wasn’t hard to spot the boy (taller than her, a souring thought even now), eyes brightening as she races forward, present in hand. “kai!” she calls out with a small wave, catching up easily once the boy’s steps slow, arm slipping around his with ease.

“hey!” peyton greets, breathless with a dazzling grin. “i really thought i wasn’t going to catch you before you went home.” 

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kai, thinking of nothing in particular, except how fucking awesome it would be if he had a banana slug, saunters down the halls with his hands stuffed habitually into the front pockets of his black jeans, the slight of a smile on his face.

just the slight — likely because the prospect of meeting with his father and sister after several months was all too charming in and of itself.

even as he hears his name, though, kai has half the mind to continue walking as long as judgement advised. alas, not even he can outpace peyton’s breakneck speed, and nature. 

“hey. i’m leaving tomorrow morning,” he removes his right hand from his pocket and promptly flicks her forehead. all in good jest, of course. “you had plenty of time to catch me. anyway, what’s that you have there?” nodding towards whatever she was holding in her hands, his lips curl into a boyish smile. “that for me?”

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miapuff:

Kim Kai felt softer than she thought he should, and looking up at him in such close proximity on the dance floor like this made her realize just how soft the slope of his eyes, the warm glow of his golden skin. She felt drunk by the atmosphere, it was as if she was floating amidst stars as the mist around her ankles swish with every movement of her hem. Amelia Kim did not live the same privileged life as most of her classmates, and tonight – fittingly in her last Yule Ball ever – she did not feel lesser to anyone. 

“You think I’m marvellous?” She asked, the brightest smile upon her lips. “I’ve never been called that before… I do have to say it feels absolutely lovely to hear.” Her body moved easily in his arms, in graceful movements she didn’t know she was capable of, Amelia understood then that a partner made all the difference in the world. “I think you’re quite marvellous too… You’re softer than what I imagined, warmer – like the waves.” She said airily, wide eyes alight with honesty– for she was in the habit of speaking less than modest truths with such a comfortable breath. 

“Not the ones crashing the shore… but the ones that softly washes the coast.” She shrugged delicate shoulders, not exactly caring if she made sense or not, it certainly felt whole enough to escape her lips. Amelia laughed too loudly again at his seemingly random quip, ducking her head slightly to rest her forehead against his shoulder. “I think that wholly depends on you.” 

She resurfaced, scrunching her nose as she laughed openly. “Depends if you managed to request it. Dunno of Picklesquire is cool enough to think about putting it on himself.” She snorted, entirely unladylike and too natural – as her eyes glanced up to the front of the room. 

“D’you think we’ll get expelled if we yike?”

it’s with certain disbelief that he lets stifled laughter part from his lips, brows furrowing with facetious bearing. “like the waves,” kai ends up trailing off, eyes straying from hers and scanning the hall in some lousy attempt to smother his impish nature. he never did well with honeyed words. “we writing poetry now? if that’s the case, you must be the shore.”

kai is quick to return with quips. he lets his cheek brush her hair and exhales a quiet chuckle. “you know, ‘cause there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.” he presses his lips together and looks at her again with smiling eyes. “ever heard that one before?”

the way that the music falls into place lets him spin her around, once, twice, before catching her again, just a little short of breath and a little full of merriment.

pure, wholesome merriment. he hasn’t felt this in quite some time.

“sorry mia, i don’t mean to tease you.” he offers her genuine laughter and hopes she responds in the same way. “but really, you think i’m pretty romantic, right?” it’s then that he — unconsciously — pulls her in closer, gently tightens his hold on her waist. “yiking, moreover, is the most appropriate expression of romantic sentiment. how could they expel us?”