and i feel ā "I" is too small to fit me. someone inside of me is getting smothered.
NIKITA IVANOVICH SEMENOV. seventh year, hufflepuff. keeper & hogwarts orchestra's concertmaster. muggleborn. by azula.
WHERE: library, hogwarts
WHEN: march 6, afternoon
WHO: open to hogwarts students, professors
even when the whole castle is in a ruckus, rosemary took comfort in consistent, normal things: tending to the greenhouses, going to class, studying in the library. she had lost track of how long she had been in the library. it had been long enough for the sun to start setting, and she found herself drawing a line through her notes in a daze before realizing someone was standing in front of her table.
āoh, am i taking up too much space? i can clear some room if youād like to sit.ā
he couldnāt seem to focus, and he could tell that it was beginning to wear him down. normally, nikita was trusted to do this on his own without being scolded for itābut things had been disastrous as of late, and hogwarts reeked of it. from hushed whispers to unabashed, thrown theories of this and that. nikita wished that he could grasp at all of them, see reason or truthĀ somewhere... but that was doubtful, unlikely. instead, he turned to his other priorities. he hoped that spending some time at the library would do him good, and recognizing a familiar face told him that he very well might.Ā
ārosemary,ā nikita said in acknowledgement, nodding politely. he brought a hand up to loosen his tie; all muscle memory, by now. āif you donāt mindāunless youāre waiting for someone else, then iāll find someplace else to sit.ā he shrugged, finally pulling his tie off and stuffing it in one of his pockets.Ā āitās not a problem. how are you?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā cassandra had barely gotten off her broom before she started doing a quick once over the polished wood.Ā Ā sleek, & exceptionally shiny,Ā indicating way too much care & way too much time.Ā Ā it was gwenās broom.Ā everyone knew that.Ā itās why she had awkwardly christenedĀ the broom guardian angel.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā dunno what youāre talking about.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā cassie replied with a shrug,Ā Ā throwing a glance over her shoulder to see nikita still floating.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ looked like you were having a lot of fun sitting by the goals whilst everyone else did laps.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā a jovial remark & harsh laugh carried over the crisp winter winds,Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā thanks.Ā Ā whatās your betting on the match, you think ?Ā āĀ Ā
āthatās the point of being keeper, cass.ā nikita deadpanned, spreading his hands before him in a lousy, feigned disbelief. he mightāve known exactly what she was referring to, but he didnāt see the point in dwelling in this particular short-coming too much.Ā āis it that hard to keep up with the rest of your teammatesā positions and their purpose?ā he said, amused, as he finally flew down to meet the ground.Ā he set down his broom, and began pulling at his gloves.Ā āi am not wasting money on this match, knowing full well that youāll probably lose the snitch before you even see it.ā nikita said, an amicable playfulness attempting to break through his tone.Ā ā... if you ever decide to prove me wrong, though, i think we might stand aĀ chance.ā
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nikita is not the type to deal with his emotionsāand quite frankly, he thinks that showing it is particularly soft and weak. he didnāt grow up with people, let alone other men, allowing themselves to display what they feel.
he knows what it's like to be helpless, to be scared. to be seen as being free with his emotions would be some type of social suicideāand even if england works differently, he was raised in cold and harsh winters where even children who lost their limbs to the worst winters wouldn't even utter a cry.
hatredāand angerāis one of the only few thatās an acceptable thing for him to feel.
he can hate, he can be angry, he can be irritated... and that wonāt make him feel any less than what heās supposed to be.Ā
sure, like with most things, nikita is kind of slow to feel such things too. it takes... quite some certain, specific, intense things for him to ACTUALLY hate.
but heās blunt, slightly unaware of how he can hurt other peopleās feelings with his words/facial expressions... and when he gets past this, he still hurts feelings because he doesnāt see the point in lying.
which means that like, nikita is... kind of obvious with his dislike of things.
figure 1 being his open distaste of englandās wizarding world, hogwarts and how everything here works.Ā
figure 2 being his clear disappointment in other students who struggle because theyāre lazy and/or, worse,Ā refuse to learn, to be better, to hone the skills and talents that theyāve been given.
figure 3 being his entire deal with certain people.
where: hogsmeade village.Ā
when: february 17, 2024.
who:Ā @melomaniiesā!
Ā Ā students surrounded them. everywhere mai turned, she spotted a somewhat familiar face. she had expected it though, whenever they had outings to hogsmeade, it felt crowded; not that sheād ever mind. the halls at hogwarts were definitely just as crowded in between classes. and although bodies collided with hers with each step they took, her bright smile remained strong and wielding the pure joy and enthusiasm she felt. her hand held onto his, fingersĀ intertwinedĀ as her free hand held onto his arm for support.Ā ācon thį».ā she called out as her eyes shifted to look at him.Ā āwhere would you like to go next? iād suggest madam puddifootās tea shop but iāve heard itās always crowded during this time of the year and i donāt know if youād want to wait.ā
endlessly, he had been told about the dangers of being trapped in his own head. countless of times, his teachersāeven some of his own peers who diligently took their posts in the orchestra every weekāhad told him that he shouldnāt spend so much of his days inside a practice room. see the world beyond pages upon pages of sheet music with the notations of a long-gone grandmama-teacher. nikita couldnāt blame them for thinking it ( but saying it to his face was a different matter...Ā ) and sometimes, he found himself thinking it too. these hogsmeade outings had served him a good couple of days for his hands to rest.
somewhat, but he hasnāt felt uncomfortable yet and it didnāt seem fair to ask her to let go when she seemed to enjoy holding onto him so much.Ā āwe can go and take a look. they might have a long list of people waiting on a table, we can ask how long itād take for two and take another look around.ā nikita had made a conscious decision not to decide too much on what to do, knowing that mailan mustāve gone through lengths to catch him during the weekdays and plan the day out.Ā āi can wait, zaika.ā he reassured her, glancing at her quizzically.Ā āyou want to go to the tea shop, donāt you?ā
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ivan anatolyevich semenov did not grow up in music, as many people would readily assume he did because of how he gave so much of it to his own son.
no, ivan had grown up with his mother barring him from many things. she was always afraidāand who could blame her when she and her family lived under such circumstances?
he hadnāt questioned this until he had been introduced to music by accident. with some of his friends, they sneaked into a studio and listened to someone play the piano.
he hid this newfound interest, knowing that, if he wasnāt killed by a soldier then he sure as hell would suffer that fate from his own mother.
it all changed when one of his brothers had disappeared. ivan knew what happened to him: he had been taken away. but no one would say it.
the arts had been heavily monitored at the time, but ivan and a couple of his friends had joined the movement to fight against their oppressive government with music.
( nikita has known of thisāhis father would tell him stories as a child that, now, he understood what they truly meant . )
( heāll continue his fatherās intention in a few years ; and ivan will not try to tell him no, but still, even with the fear of a father who knows he might lose his son in the war, he encourages him . )
kira dmitrievna orlovaĀ comes from a family of musicians. she and her siblings had learned how to play the piano from their mother ( nikitaās grandmama ), yelena vladislavovna orlova.
it was a rite of passage to have been taught by herāand face her wrath whenever they proved themselves to be lazy. no one was ever inadequate or lacking; they all had talent and potential, and it was truly only a NEGLIGENCEĀ that riled her and made her a ruthless teacher.
baba lena had been the one to foster kiraās singing abilitiesāand when she had been given the chance to choose between a career and a marriage, she had taken the former without so much of a thought.
she had always loved to sing as much as her family loved to argue.
the youngest child of three. kiraās mother once told her that she was LUCKY. it had cemented the belief that three was nothing but a very, very lucky number for their family: her mother, yelena, and her two sisters and kira and her two siblings. they had hoped that it would extend to kiraās own childrenābut not in this world, not in this time.
no, instead, kira had been the luckiest to even have just one.
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when he thinks of colours, he thinks of saint basilās cathedral as he saw it for the first time.
nikita mustāve been five; he was old enough to walk, to talk, to set his eyes upon something so beautiful, HOLY, and understand it.
he was holding his motherās hand as they walked the red square. the cathedral stood before them, and nikita almost tripped because he couldnāt peel his eyes off of its weirdly-shaped roofs and the vibrant colours of it all. suddenly, they stopped. his mother crouched down to his height and wrapped an arm around him.
ādo you see that, nikushka?ā she asked, pressing her cheek against his as she pointed up at building.Ā āit was built by ivan the terrible. you know him, yes?ā of course he did. when he was well-behaved, his mother would tell him the stories of the tsar before bedtime until he fell asleep.Ā āit didnāt always look like thatāvery colourful, i mean. it used to be white, but they painted it later on to look like how heaven was described in the bible.āĀ
then she lifted him up, held him close to her and they continued on their walk. nikita continued to gaze up at the cathedral. he swears that nothing else could ever compare to it.
koldovstoretz was as rich in colour. still, it will always be red to him.
have you ever seen a firebird? no? yeah, me neither and i doubt we ever will because itās practically a myth that could never be found but! koldovstoretz is decorated in firebird red and nikita, like any other russian child, had grown up being told of the stories, so obviously, he has a very special place in his heart for this thing.Ā
firebird red is brighter, like flames against the pitch black sky. a standalone colour, powerful and distinct all on its own.Ā
everytime he sees it or wears anything thatās even as close to firebird red, he gets HOMESICKāand he never fails to wish that he could go back home.
anytime soon, he thinks. but now would be betterāthen, even better.Ā
when: friday, march 1st 2024 .
where: some music room somewhere .
who: @scbastlansā .
nikita was used to being the centre of attention; he was used to being looked up to as an example. he had no qualms about it, but how many people his age had he met who told him that they dreamed of becoming like him one day? ENOUGH, and nikita hated that they would choose to be like someone else. there would be no individuality in their music; it would be shallow, empty, like the dreams that they shared with him. he hadnāt realized it, but perhaps this was why he preferred to teach (Ā those who were willing to learn, at least ). it was far more admirable to be able to take what you were given and make it into your own.
it wasnāt to say that it applied to everyoneāand nikita had countlessly doubted whether if such a thing could EVER be said about sebastian montague.Ā āyou should be well past this book already.ā nik said, peering at the other while he fixed the roll of his sleeves at his elbows. āwe all have our priorities but whatās the point in either of us taking part in this if you wonāt make an effort to even practice?ā chastise, like his old music teacher wouldāve done.
when: saturday, march 2nd 2024 .
where: the quidditch pitch .
who: @cactusheartd .
he had stopped paying attention halfway through practice, in the instant that one of shostakovichās piano concertos began playing through one of his earbuds. by the time that it had finally ended, nikita bid his other teammates goodbye as he hovered ten feet above the groundāfingers tapping some waltz on the side of his knee.Ā ātell me youāre as glad as i am that that was over.ā nikita said as he flew by his fellow teammate, stretching neck slightly. if people had expected that the previous match between the ravens and snakes had lit a fire under him, then nikita was sure to disappoint. he stared after the last of their leaving teammates, before nodding to cassandra.Ā ānice work today, by the way.ā
WHEN: February 24th, 2024 (early morning)
WHERE: Great Hall
Her hair was still pulled back from her face, legs still shaking in their leggings as she took her seat at the nearly empty breakfast table. Persephone was used to eating breakfast alone ā she was one of the first ones here, every morning, coming straight from her run around the grounds before she could go shower. It was a routine sheād grown used to, routines being something that brought her a sense of peace. Sheād just wished that this morningās run had been enough to clear her head. It wasnāt. Persephone mightāve liked the quiet, but there was something unnerving about silence in the walls of Hogwarts ā as if everyone were holding their breath, waiting for the next terrible thing to crash and burn. And perhaps that was just her own paranoia settling in. But perhaps it wasnāt. Perhaps, she thought to herself, the stress of todayās game is getting to me. A resolution she wished she could accept. Sucking in a deep breath and releasing it in a heavy sigh, Seph reached for a single piece of toast, hands moving to butter it as she felt someone brush up against her back. Craning her neck towards them, she offered a soft smile.Ā Ā ā Morninā. ā
This morning had felt like any other morning and if he hadnāt been so well-adjusted in his routine, then he wouldāve been struggling and fighting to keep awake through it. He ambled through the Great Hall, pulling his jacket closed over himself to keep away at the chilly air. If he hadnāt felt her move against his arm, Persephoneās greeting would certainly have gone unnoticed. Nikita stopped short, giving her a nod of acknowledgementāand really, that was the only intention he had in mind. Until he looked around and surveyed the nearly vacant room. āGood morning,ā he muttered, pulling one airpod out of his ear and stuffing it in his pockets. āYouāre up early too?ā He asked, taking an empty seat near her and surveying the table. Of course, there was so little varietyābut almost seven years had passed; he could improvise now. He reached for the jam and sour cream, dumping some into his plate before grabbing a pancake or two.Ā āItās a little chillier today though, no?āĀ
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when you start piano, everyone says that itās a great start. itās the gateway instrument; if you can play the piano, you can basically play anything. for nikita, it had been as easy as being born.
his father began teaching him as young as three and by the time that he was more than half that age, nikita was going through instrument after instrument.
when he was handed a violin, he clung to that thing as if it was the only thing that mattered to him. amongst all the instruments that he had learned, he was the BEST at this oneādefinitely a million leagues better than he was at the flute or the french horn.
still, his father wasnāt taking PRODIGY as an excuse to laze about! nikita laboured over music as if he were any other kid: he practiced five hours a day, he was trained to have perfect pitch until he could guess a note in his sleep, he went through every suzuki book without complaint and bled through broken string after broken string.Ā
and he loved it. all of it.Ā
some of the most challenging pieces ever written for the violin are boring for him, now, though. he likes to be challengedāand when youāre good at almost every one of paganiniās 24 caprices and more, nothing is as fun anymore.
no one asked, but hereās a few of some of his favourite violin pieces ( although some of themā¦ might not be considered as super challenging for someone in his level, theyāre still favourites ):
any of chopinās mazurkas, but especially in a minor.
brahmās hungarian dance no. 6.
tchaikovskyās valse-scherzoĀ and valse sentimentale.
wieniawskiās scherzo tarantelleāi can literally feel the pain in nikās left hand, iām shaking for him.
paganiniās caprice no. 24āokay, yeah, nik does kind of flex with this one.Ā
ysayeās sonata 3.Ā
thereās shostakovich here somewhere, but thereāsā¦ too many to name.
nikita wouldnāt consider himself a pianist but he still plays from time to time. he prefers to play pieces that are technically demandingā¦ because theyāre difficultĀ for him, and he likes them that way.Ā
no one asked part 2, but hereās a few of some of his favourites:
chopinās etude in g sharp minor, aka nik is right-handed but still, iām already crying for him.
chopinās āheroicā polonaise, aka seven minutes of hell with some of the most intense octave scalings on earth.
rachmaninoffās etude, op. 39, no. 9, aka donāt question the opening just listen.
have you guys ever been taught by a russian teacher, especially an old russian grandmother for one? it will literally do things to your psycheābut the important bit here is that nikita has unknowingly embraced her teaching techniques and have used them on those he tutors.
aside from classical music, nikita shares a similar taste in music as a first cousin of his. if you look through some of the things that he listens to that isnāt just piano or violin, youāll see quite a few of queen, david bowie, elton john, george michael and the like.Ā
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
WHEN: Anytime between February 25th, 2024, and March 6th, 2024.
WHO: Any Hogwarts student or professor.
āDāyou think they know how aggressive the combination of those patterns look to me, and are trying to make me have my first heart attack at the tender age of sixteen? Or do you think they simply donāt have any taste whatsoever? Ooooooh, or maybe itās a hidden message. No matter whatās the truth, though, I feel like I should be wearing sunglasses whenever I look at them. Make it stop.ā
Nikita listened, though only half-heartedly. He wasnāt sure what she was referring to, but it didnāt matterāthat wasnāt what he was here for, after all. He waited and took his chance at the smallest hint of a pause in her words, letting his voice cut through.Ā āMuch of what youāve told me are trivial observations, but good, that means that your eyes are working.ā He glanced at her, his face placid.Ā āNow, could you please step aside? Or hand me that burgundy textbook sitting behind youāā Nikita held a hand, with his palm facing up.Ā āāPreferably before you continue talking.ā
ā And I feel ā āIā is too small to fit me. Someone inside of me is getting smothered. ā JEON WONWOO? No, thatās actually NIKITA IVANOVICH SEMENOV. A SEVENTH YEAR student, this HUFFLEPUFF student is sided with THE NEUTRALS. HE identifies as a CIS MAN and is a MUGGLEBORN who is known to be STANDOFFISH, BRUTALLY HONEST, and OBLIVIOUS but also TALENTED, SELF-ASSURED, and OBJECTIVE. { AZULA, 19, EST, SHE/THEY } [ nikita is adopted. ]
thereās ... SO MANY here, i am: so sorry ā so i tried my best & cut things out, so under the cut is a shortened version of what i appāed with. you can find the uncut, full thing in his bio... here . / his pinterest board is HERE, along with the koldovstoretz section ( if youād like to find out more abt it so far, i compiled a list here! ) his statistics are here. his wanted connections are here.Ā
trigger warning(s): brief mention of death in paragraph IV.
I. ā i never belonged in a world but this world. it rained. ā / more.
nikita ivanovich semenov was born in yakutsk, sakha republic, russia to muggle koryo-saram parents. he was bornāand he was immediately left at the church, where he sat in a pew closest to the altar until the deacon took notice of him and eventually sent him to an orphanage.
the first thing that most people would immediately know about nikita is either one of two things: his mother is famous or heās one of those child prodigies.
the former is true. he comes from a family of musicians. his mother, KIRA DMITRIEVNA SEMENOVA is a renowned opera singer, known in both the wizard and muggle world. his father, IVAN ANATOLYEVICH SEMENOV has been teaching music since before nikita was born and he currently holds the position of the head of the music department in durmstrang institute.Ā
the latter is also true. nikita has been schooled in music since the day that he could sit on a piano bench. his entire childhood consisted of instrument after instrument. some, nik enjoyed. some, he didnāt. most, he excelled withābut he had an affinity for the violin; he was a prodigy. for a few years before he began attending koldovstoretz, he performed in several recitals around europe.
II. ā something inside of me is getting smothered. āĀ / more.
nikita ivanovich comes across as intimidating, seemingly detached. heās not a show-off or a braggart, but you know what heās worth without him having to prove it. nikās obliviousness and lack of self-awareness doesnāt suit his brutal honesty either, lending to an unfriendly and cold demeanour.
heās... incredibly slow to trust people. but once he has, it will almost always remain that way. itās a stubborn, unflinching loyalty and trust in those who he has learned to love and care forā¦ itās less likely for him to be suspicious of people once that trust has been earnedāafter all, he just spent that long gauging them.
past this, nikita is as amiable as expected from someone of his house. among the core values of hufflepuff, he values hard work far more than anyone he knows.
III. ā to be in diaspora, maybe you are always a ghostā¦ ā /
being born and raised in some public sight, it became impossible for things to remain as hidden. important things; like nikitaās blood status, that he had never known about as a child.Ā
he hadnāt been aware of the stares, the gossip, the speculations of who he is and where he came from until he had been made aware of them.
his parents had chosen not to discuss their sonās blood status, in fear that he would be mistreated. plus, why did it matter so much? in the face of art, in the face of God, there was no division. they were all one in the same.
but it couldnāt be avoided. not when, as soon as he came of age, nikita wasnāt found standing at the doors of the durmstrang institute with his father. not when he couldnāt even be considered to attend the school. not when, as some reports would have it, he became a familiar face in the halls of koldovstoretz instead.
it was, at this point, kira and ivanāperhaps out of pity for they may never find his birth parentsāencouraged him to be past acquaintances with the muggle world that he has had only glimpses of. they encouraged him to get to know it.
āwhat you are will never change who you are, nikushka.ā
he knows that his mother meant well when she said it, and he accepted it then. but nikita canāt help but think that that isnāt necessarily true.
( he hadnāt gotten as far as seeking out koryo-sarams. he has a deep anxiety that shakes him whenever he thinks about korea, or being korean. he isnāt the kind of person who is welcomed splendidlyāhe canāt even imagine what would happen if he came back to a home that he has never been to before, that he had never known could be his. )
IV. ā i am someone who has a cold heart. if i am beside a great grief, i throw barriers up so the loss cannot go too deep or too far. āĀ / more.
hereās the thing about nikita: he has seen fear in his familyās eyes before. one of his grand-aunts and an aunt was killed by dark, unclean magic. nik hear every speculationāof whether or not they had been targeted or if it was an accidentābut they all went in one ear and out of the other. the only thing that sticks about this moment is the memory of seeing his mother cry over her lost loved ones, and the fearful, worrisome wrinkle of his fatherās brow.
nikita decides that he will not let anyone or anything corner his family like that. he will not let anyone or anything threaten them so terribly that they are afraid. they will not be frightened.
( this is the closest thing that he can do to give back to his ancestors, to the people that he shouldāve known but he never did. he has been far away from them for so long, they were almost as good as forgotten but nikita refusesāeven if it makes him sick, so sick for being such a fraud. )
but the thing about nikita is that he tends to remain as unbiased as possible. he believes that itās the right thing to doāand he knows that neutrality in the face of such adversity is such a cop out, that it feels as though heās only letting the other side win, that heās betraying or letting down his family and every ancestor of his who he owed this life to.Ā
nikita has a problem with facing cold, hard truthsā¦ but heās a part of the neutral party, not because he canāt choose or he isnāt willing to, but because he needs to see which side is trustworthy. which side will deliver even a sliver of what they promise once they win?Ā
there is too much history behind nikita ivanovich semenov that tells him to be careful of who to place his faith in, thatās all. his family deserves to live a free, unafraid lifeāand nikita likes to think that he could be a part of what gives them that.
( heās leaning a little closer to the MA though, if that helps any. )
V. ā to play the wrong note is insignificant; to play without passion is inexcusable. āĀ /
every musician says this, but it isnāt any different for nikita: music is his life, and it will always matter something so greatly that it constantlyāand consistentlyārivals that of his love and loyalty to his family and friends.
it is of great value and importance to him. nikita could never go a day without having practiced at least the bare minimum. he could never even go a few hours without having revisited his music inside his head countless times; whether it be during a silent period in class, eating his meals, getting ready.
among the orchestra, he is neither too much nor too little. heās tethered by every note that he plays, centred whenever he has a violin in his hands and music to read and listen to.
he has never truly known his place anywhere ( āyouāre not russianābut youāre not korean either, not really.ā / āyouāre a hufflepuff, sure, but barelyānot with an attitude like that.ā )āexcept, of course, in music.Ā
because music doesnāt care whether heās only russian-born or korean-but-not-really or the mean one who went to koldovstoretz or a barely-hufflepuff. music only cares that heās appreciative of it, passionate and dedicated to it and share it with the rest of the world.
and he is. he canāt imagine himself otherwise; he isnāt alive otherwise.
... BIG SIGH ... if u got this far? pls know that i love u ... but hereās more extra stuff ,Ā
to every kid out there in the orchestra, esp in the violin section: bro, good luckā
heās the concertmaster, which is just a fancy word for being the lead violinist... and dont u DARE even try to tell him he got that bc heās just a prodigy... do u know , how OFFENDED he gets when people assume he doesnt work as hard as anyone for his music?
( if u think heās already mean on default, what he says is like 100x more hurtful when u pull that kind of shit on him, )
wait did i ever mention , , he comes from a pureblood family? did i FORGET this??Ā Ā fuck.Ā
wonāt understand ur slang. memes? FORGET IT unless u want him to dissect it cos he canāt understand what it means! doesnāt understand humour of any kind .. in fact, heās DRY as a desert, im telling u.
keeper for hufflepuff!!! heās got that classic resting bitch / stone cold placid face in every gameāexactly HOW do u even try to score a goal against that w/o getting a little scared?
he has such a very structured & rigid schedule .. he practices more than half the day ..Ā everyday and truthfully , he has little to no time for any leisurely activities....Ā
so, he WILL smite you ( okay, maybe not, but he will be very.. very frank with you and it will... probably sting a little, i'm sorry ) if you suggest any spontaneous shit right off the bat. he needs like, 3-10 business days to prepare, so warn him early!
one of his aunts ( the last one thatās alive, ) had gifted him one of those modernized vinyl record players where you can use headphones with? he has it in his dorm room, and it's one of his favourite thingsāaside from his 4-year-old violin and mailan's supposed lucky scrunchie.
it would've been an almost decade year old violin, but that had been destroyed when he was in 2nd year by some other bully of a classmate... fuck u, whoever u are!!Ā Ā
speaking of muggle things... he knows SOME but not so much , , heās only ever grasped like, what he thinks are cool from that part of his life. so, vinyl records, gameboys + nintendo DSās ,,Ā
yes, he owns a pair of airpods.
yes, he has them on sometimes during quidditch practice.
yes, he has one on all the time to tune u out just in case.
HIGHKEY LOATHES the fact that his 2 most tolerable colours look like gryffindor ...... the only red that exists and matters to him is KOLDOVSTORETZ RED!!! gryffindor red is INVALID.
disclaimer: he spent one (1) year there ... but he is and forever will be koldovstoretzās bitch , , he wonāt shut up abt it if u indulge him in a convo abt it .
