shrivelfig.
mmhanbin:
if someone told hanbin five years ago that he would soon resort to thievery to make end’s meet he would have scoffed, indignant at the sentiment. but oh, how the tables have turned: penny pinching and surviving off of ramyun alone has left the healer-in-training rather worse for wear. with no money lining his jeans, hanbin had no choice but to become a criminal. suffering from insomnia and malnutrition were the root of all his problems, and a euphoria potion was his fix in the morning to help him get through the day. unfortunately, his shelf of ingredients was running low, and the wares sold in wizarding shoppes were out of his price range. desperate times call for desperate measures—and his desperation was what lead him here to yosul, looming over greenhouse’s doorway. checking if the coast was clear from his periphery, he brandishes his wand, casting a nonverbal alohomora before slipping within.
he’s familiar with the layout of the greenhouse, had been a part of the herbology club in his heyday, so it wasn’t too hard to find the necessary ingredients for the eurphoria potion he’d cook up in his meth lab ( okay, it wasn’t really a meth lab, it was actually his bathtub because he couldn’t just keep his cauldron in his living room. shit’s too big and his apartment is too small ) he travels deeper into the bowels of the conservatory, ducking under blooming flora and poisonous barbs, knocking his hip into the sharp corner of a table, eliciting a low hiss and a curse from him. he perseveres though, not letting the injury deter him. walking in circles and peering into garden beds, he’s all but ready to give up, until he stumbles upon one of the primary ingredients for his concoction of choice: shrivelfig.
“ahh, there you are, my precious,” hanbin coos ominously, bending down and pulling out the trowel and garden shears he had packed in his rucksack. he’s gentle as he plucks them from the garden bed they were snuggled in, carefully depositing them into his bag as he searches for the other ingredients within his vicinity. he pauses in his movements when a noise from behind startles him, causing him to turn his head, confronted with an unfamiliar face. as unappealing as a confrontation was, hanbin could deal with an altercation, perhaps not within the greenhouse, where they could possibly harm the plants if things got messy. casting a quiet reducio onto his bag, he quickly pockets it before turning to face whomever caught him in the midst of his heist. “i mean the shrivelfig no harm. don’t shoot, officer.” ( perhaps now wasn’t the best time to joke around… )
now, usually, pip would be easily distracted by a pretty face, which oh boy does this intruder have. but, when it comes to his plants, his children, he’s not about to let just anyone get away with just anything. “bullshit, thief. you’re mutilating them!” ten cries, brows drawn together in an enraged frown. the cheek of his guy, to break into pip’s greenhouse and start chopping away for his own benefit. lord knows what he’s taking and why.
“explain yourself, or i swear i’ll curse you so hard that they’ll have to carry you out in multiple bags. don’t think you’ll get away with this just because you’re pretty.” he sneers, wand still pointed at the guy. pip’s never seen him before, but he assumes he’s another student, though clearly older, which only makes pip angrier.
shouldn’t he know better than to steal at his big age?
“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t just remove your eyebrows!” his hands shaking slightly, not from the anger, but from the realisation that his plants aren’t always safe in here alone. that people can break in and hurt them - it scares him. the plants mean as much as someone’s own children might do to ten. he wants to hex this guy into smithereens, but he realises he’s too distracted by his concern for the plants to be able to do it - at least not inside the greenhouse.
