the moon shines brightly,

selene song.twenty-two. suseong prefect.pre-medicine major; frequently found at the library or the hospital wing.☽you are the night sky i look up to, the stars i never want escape☾

[msuselene]

hi hello everyone !!! this is my first muse here and i’m extremely excited to finally be able to join and give this girl a new home ♡ we have here miss selene song ( red velvet’s joy ), twenty-two, pre-med major, and senior suseong prefect !!! here’s a more extensive profile for other details but i’ve also written down some important stuff under the cut as well as some plots i can think of off the top of my head for efficiency’s sake ~ if you would like to plot please like this post so i can head over to your dms. either way i’m reachable through tumblr ims, twitter, or discord ( ask and u shall receive ) !! 🤙

i. information !!

selene song, 22 years old, suseong senior 

virgo sun — see: very organised, extremely diligent, not the smartest tool in the shed but works hard enough to make you think otherwise. would tell you she’s not a perfectionist but really, her actions would speak louder.

pre-med major with a healing minor ( go crazy science nerd!! )

is very passionate about becoming a doctor someday so much that as early as now, she’s already thinking about what practice she would like to specialise in

born and raised in paris, france and went to beauxbatons

she came from a pureblood family but her father is more well known in the muggle world as a chief financial officer of some company while her mother owns a wizarding boutique ( something to keep her busy, they’re well off enough that she doesn’t need to work )

was sheltered growing up. her first official foray into independence was moving halfway across the world to attend mokseong

very much a sweetheart but with some [ redacted ] tendencies you just have to get her drunk first

actually really friendly ?? would talk to you or to anyone she manages to come across. 10/10 would talk to anyone unprovoked and has good memory so even if you just talked to her once about the most trivial thing she’ll still most likely remember you

doesn’t mean you get to take advantage of her when she catches you on those late night prefect patrols doing heaven knows what though !!! 😡  ( unless ur bffs then maybe,,,, just maybe )

absolutely hates being ignored or being compared to anyone. she’s had enough of that growing up and would rather not relive childhood trauma

has been helping out a lot in the hospital wing since her junior year so she spends a lot of time there !!

probably chatters a lot when she’s getting people fixed up and will hold your hand if the pain becomes a little bit Much

ii. connections !!

FRIENDS PLS — like i said, she’s extremely friendly and i’d really like to establish some solid friendships for her. doesn’t matter if you’re polar opposites she can adjust easily for the ppl in her life. she just needs someone to talk to, cry with, get drunk with... anything!

an ex — male, preferably either a fellow senior or a 1st-2nd year grad student. i’d leave it at that so if anyone’s interested we can discuss other important details ~

beauxbatons students — friends ?? people she’d be excited to see in mokseong ?? a BEST FRIEND please it would be so cute... just 2 friends moving across the world to be in uni together 🥰

possible relatives??? 

your parents were society friends back in paris and sometimes you were tagged along for those god forsaken parties rich people like to throw all the time and you hung out a lot during these events and what now !! you’re both in mokseong

dept. of health majors !!! — someone to share the stress of being health majors with... a competitive muse she can make fun of because she’s really not All that and it would be funny to her to see people butt heads with each other... someone to motivate her to study and someone who will pull her out of it because what is balance ?? once she starts grinding she never stops 🤟 

prefects — somehow it’s the two of you who gets stuck doing patrols together and it’s either you love it or you hate it

suseong freshmen — pls feed her mother hen tendencies that is all ♡

iii. situations for threads !! 

it’s a friday night and you managed to drag her out of the library after she put up a fight. moments later, she’s tipsy enough and the first person on the dance floor. “here i thought you didn’t want to go out??” pls take care of her... or not.. you can both regret your decisions later

your troublemaker muse ends up in the hospital wing to get patched up after a minor accident and she has suspicions as to how they got it, doesn’t pry, but makes them promise to never do it again whatever that was... a moment of vulnerability

she decides to solo-patrol the dungeons late one night and there you were.. waiting for your dalliance. instead of docking points, she decides to be terrible and wait for the person with you. possibly bore and annoy you with conversation about the health hazards of having sex in public until you finally leave

her favourite person to practice stuff on i.e. asking you to sit down for her as she practices taking your blood pressure 5 times, letting her prod on your body with a muggle stethoscope. she tells you that in exchange for all that, she’ll never let you pay her a cent when she becomes your doctor in the future!

as an ever trusting, gullible soul, you were able to scam her into something (be it smth she can try, believe in, or be invited to) and now she’s always hated you a little bit about it

“oh you like him/her? let me talk to them for you!” a.k.a she tries to play matchmaker

she’s having trouble in one of her weaker subjects (anything that’s not related to her major) and you help her out! or could be vice versa !! she’s great at science related things

[msuselene]

msubarom​:

he likes to tell himself his hard work had paid off. a mental pat on the shoulder if you will — maybe it was a little bit pathetic for him to go to such lengths to get selene’s attention, but had he not, would the two of them be at borealis together now? probably not. their potential could’ve come to a grinding halt in some alternate universe where barom had thrown in the towel too soon and given up, the two of them destined for other things, people. 

it’d been a time barom didn’t realize was so uncharacteristic of himself to do. had he really told his friends to hurt him on purpose just to see her? there was never a girl in the past he had ever thought to fight so strongly to see. admittedly, even compared to girls he’d been with in the past, selene might’ve been the girl he was ever the most excited to see again.

he could’ve sworn the world had slowed down for even just a fraction of a moment when his eyes fell on her as she made her approach; her lingering perfume only makes him want to stand closer. so he does, and he’s glad that his chivalry helps him hide his boyish shyness underneath his shaggy bangs. that is, of course, until he’s still too close and selene is suddenly turning to look him dead in the eye. he’s caught off guard. “u-uh,” barom stammers and immediately mentally slaps himself for already tripping up so early. having her in such close proximity in the infirmary was one thing, but here — in an environment actually meant for getting close — was a whole new ball game. 

he’d forgotten the band’s name. “… i can’t remember,” he smiles sheepishly down at her, finally bringing himself to look her straight on again. the bar was so packed tonight that it was inevitable they’d be shoulder to shoulder with each other for the rest of the night. it was the best he could’ve hoped for. 

a spot opens up at the bar, and barom jumps on his first opportunity. “what would you like?” he asks as he casually swings an arm to just barely touch the center of her back and guide her forwards to the open bartender. internally, he’s proud of himself, but on the exterior, barom plays it all off like it’s nothing at all. “order whatever you like. it’s on me.”

four years in the university and she had been mostly unsuccessful in the romance department. selene attributes such misfortune to the fact that she has allowed her education to swallow her whole. instead of late nights meeting people or spending hours assembling an online dating profile, there she was, reading her books and attending to her patients. to be sure, she is happy with her decisions. even so, she cannot help but feel as though she was missing out on an integral university experience that everyone around her seems to be a professional at.

however, she cannot help but consider their odds. 

perhaps nothing worked out in her favour before because she was meant to meet someone else. for all their knowledge about the alignment of stars and of fate bringing people together, she never once stopped to think about her own. maybe this was the universe’s way of telling her that she is accounted for. that if she played her cards right, the story of tonight might be one she would recall with absolute fondness in the years to come.

there eyes were locked when she laughs softly, glancing down for a quick second before nodding her head in understanding. “that’s alright. we’d hear about them soon enough anyway.” the way that he looks at her made her forget why she even asked that question in the first place. after all, if she were being honest, the band does not really matter that much.

what matters was this. getting to know each other outside of the university’s pressing walls, his hand on her back, and the smile that she tries to tamper down as she sinks her teeth on her bottom lip. she wishes the distance to the bar wasn’t so insignificant because maybe then he would have no other choice but to keep the physical contact for much longer. 

“oh, just a glass of daiquiri for me, thank you.” she says as they reach the bar. this was her go-to choice and in this scenario, the one that she needs. it was enough to give her liquid courage, but not enough to render her swaying on her feet. the night was still young and she wouldn’t want to spend it without completely feeling like herself. 

[msuselene]

* schooled —

msuchangmin​:

( ... ) When he came to Mokseong he didn’t want his teaching skills to get rusty, he also thought it would be a nice way to meet people in this big school and his professors encouraged him to get some experience under his belt incase he wanted to become a TA later on. He knew that by posting his credentials and information on a bulletin board outside of class he could see any sort of student sitting across from him in the room he rented out for these sessions, and even though he’s tutored many students before, the thought of teaching an upperclassman both excited him and made him nervous. Changmin was sitting patiently at a designated table, looking down and reading over some materials he’d prepared for his first student as a last minute push to be ready for when she arrived. He’d told her when and where he’d be sitting, as well as what he would be wearing just so there wouldn’t be any confusion when she arrived. He had been so focused on making sure he brought enough notes and had the right books to lend her that he didn’t even notice her approach him until she spoke up. “Oh! Ah, hello!” He let out before standing quickly in an attempt to be polite as he greeted her. “Yes, I’m Changmin. You must be Selene.. Ah- I mean of course you are, you just said that…” He was beginning to ramble a bit and mutter nervously to himself but he seemed to reset himself as he held out a hand to pull out the chair nearest to her. “Um, why don’t you sit down and we can get started.” He offered, hoping that once they actually started talking about school work he’d feel less nervous and make less of a fool out of himself.

throughout her life she had begrudgingly accepted the fact that she would never be the type of student who can read a passage once as understanding follows immediately. will never be one who can sit in lecture rooms and have everything that the professor say materialise before her thoughts with striking clarity. with much sadness, she knew she would never be the type of student who can receive stellar marks with barely any effort. as such, she had to exert five times the effort to meet passable marks; ten if she wants to achieve the highest number. truthfully, just passing was enough.

still, it would not be possible for her even to just pass if she would not enlist a form of help to get her through her weakest links. while the sciences are a no brainer to the suseong senior, the rest makes her head ache and her forehead crease confusedly. anything related to numbers in particular would often have her feeling as though she wants to pull all her hair out by the end of the day. no exaggerations there too—she finds it that frustrating.

she hopes that feeling can be mitigated as she meets her tutor. even though quite frankly, he seems a little too young to be helping her out. selene says as much. “nice to meet you, changmin.” she smiles and really, before she could stop herself the words just spilled out of her lips. “say, aren’t you a little too young to be a tutor? granted you’re probably smarter than me but i just didn’t think they let freshmen be tutors.” she says with a small laugh, pulling out a chair as she begins getting comfortable. 

“you are a freshman, right?” she confirms as she goes over the contents of her bag. taking out her book, she arranges it neatly on the table in front of her. “if not then you can definitely pass off as one.” finally, she fishes out the pieces of paper and her pen as she lays it all down before her. “now, where do we begin?” she grins.

[sunohmsu-deactivated20210215]

nightfall.

he wasn’t a prefect, and he doesn’t think he ever will be. not that the whole idea of being a prefect was something that intrigued him anyway, and it’s not like he would ever be considered if the chance came around. because he was not one to abide by the rules most of the time, was not someone who technically had the best reputation either. it just simply didn’t appeal to him. but that being said, it wasn’t like he thought any differently of those who were prefects, if anything he applauded them for gaining the title and responsibility because there was no doubt that it would look good on their resume later on.

sunoh’s father most certainly would have poked at him if he had even considered it. not something he wanted to put up with either.

it was amusing actually, how sunoh had first met selene. he wants to say it was amusing (to him), though the look on her face once he had actually told her the reason as to why he was in the hospital wing made it clear she wasn’t finding it as funny. but he had that charm to him, and it didn’t take long for him to pull out a smile from her. if sunoh was the type of person to abide by all of the rules and not be so carefree and playful, maybe that would have been one of the only times he’d find himself in the wing.

but it wasn’t. and following the first time had been many more, more than he’d like to admit. it was no surprise that each time he entered the hospital wing that he was greeted by a not so shocked selene. since then, a unique bond between the two had formed through sunoh’s little mishaps which had handed him in a bed, getting tended to by selene each time. spoiler: having been sent there so often, he now has a bed basically reserved for himself. he’s even carved his name into the bed frame. it’s his now.

unbeknownst to selene, spotting him out of his dorm after hours landed him with a brief, light scolding turned someone to occupy her on the walks. though he wasn’t supposed to, sunoh carried on, whereabouts as to where she would be at certain times engraved into his mind that it became a regular occurrence for him to linger in the shadows until he spots her roaming, only to then pop out and tag along. just like tonight, as he spots the familiar female and pushes himself off the wall and into the night light. “you didn’t think you’d be doing another one of these without my amazing company, did you?”

@msuselene​

[msuselene]

the castle’s duality was never lost to the prefect. how it can go from being lively, boisterous, and colourful in the daytime to being imposing, dangerous, and terrifying come nightfall is beyond her comprehension. the deserted hallways makes for a sight; the kind that acts as a backdrop for your nightmares. even so, the university maintains its beauty. whether it be the striking rays of the sun casting its warmth over the castle, or the light of the moon and the stars illuminating its dark interiors. every time she pauses to take it all in, she cannot help but feel grateful for the decisions which led her here.

this does not mean she has grown to completely love her night patrols, though.

these walks she had to take to make sure that no student was staying up to do only who knows what were quite lonesome. while there were times when she would be partnered with someone, for the most part, she had to them alone. she was grateful she had never really been afraid of the dark. if she had such a fear of it, she cannot even imagine how much harder this entire thing would be.

yet lately, a pattern had emerged. it was never meant to happen but she supposes with her weak willed nature and the fact that she rarely docks points even in the face of actual rule breaking, it was inevitable. without her meaning to, she had made a partner out of a resident night owl.

her arms were already crossed over her chest as she spots his figure off the wall. pausing in her leisurely steps, selene’s eyes narrowed as she watches him walk over. “you really shouldn’t be here.” she says, ignoring his self-appraisal. even as she tries to reprimand him, her voice does not have the strength needed to carry out authority. if anything, she probably sounded more like someone who was just saying this line for the sake of it and not really because she meant it. “you know what, you’re really lucky it’s always me who you manage to catch. if it were any of the other prefects maybe you would’ve been questioned by now.” she laughs a little.

she walks away confidently knowing that he would follow anyway. “where were you off to tonight? if that leaves you in the infirmary by morning i think i’m going to lose my mind.” 

[msuselene]

* lady’s room —

@msueloise​

the bed bounced as she falls on top of it, hair a flying all over the place, eyes trained towards the spotless ceiling as she thinks, worries, and then thinks some more. there was absolutely no reason for her to be as nervous as she is being. after all, they have already met a handful of times outside of the hospital wing and nothing was ever out of the ordinary. in fact, all of those moments were great. still, selene cannot help but feel restless. it seems that there is something important about tonight that for the life of her, she cannot place her finger on.

which was probably why she felt the need to ask for help. while she was not completely unexperienced, it has arguably been awhile since she had done this. dating was out of her comfort zone; it was beyond the realm of things she knew with absolute certainty that she would excel at. treating this like any other day and dressing up as she normally would does not feel apt. selene would not want to disappoint like that. as someone who carries within her this great need for perfection, there was no other choice but to put in the effort.

once her phone rang with a message, she was quick on her feet. immediately, she’s racing down the suseong common room, then outside the door. as she steps out of the staircase into the mermaid fountain, her entire being brightens as she catches sight of the figure waiting for her. “eloise!” she greets the older female, crossing the small distance to envelope her in a warm hug. “how are you? it’s been awhile.” squeezing once, she lets go—all the while a smile remains on her lips. “let’s go inside.” leading the way, she whispers the password to the mermaid and just like that, she was walking up the way to her room again. “thank you for agreeing to help me. i really don’t know what i would do without you.”

[msubarom]

hair of the dog

he is not tactful nor elegant when he stumbles over his words to ask the nurse he’s been crushing on for weeks to go to a concert with him. barom was sure by now that he’d earned a reputation for the most infirmary visits in a two week period ever at mokseong, clocking in a short visit every two days or so to whine his head was (selectively, of course) still hurting and that he needed to see selene, but only selene. it’d been an idea saebom warned him was foolish and clearly would have no traction, but with forsythia’s help of giving him a literal breath of wind knocked out of him every so often there was the possibility he’d be able to align their stars once more.

he’s almost positive the entire admin staff could read through his childish little antics to get closer to the nurse in training, but even if they did know — it wasn’t going to stop him. against everyone’s warnings and tall tale signs that all pointed to THIS ISN’T GOING TO WORK OUT: he’d made it happen.

and it’s again thanks to forsythia, who this time really did a doozy on him. it’d taken barom some time to get back to his senses and think with a clear head, but once he did, there was no way he was going to let the nurse go off to her next patient as easily as he’d done the first time they’d met. 

and from there, when all he could muster with a pounding head and heart was a flustered ‘you wanna go to borealis together some weekend?’ like some freshman would ask, all the pain from his head diminished instantly at her acceptance. barom was almost sure there was something about selene’s magic that made her his personal healer. 

it’s been a couple of times now that they’ve met outside the infirmary, and finally, barom has concluded spending his time purposely injuring himself just to get her attention. each time he sees selene outside of her work uniform, he’s reminded of just how beautiful selene truly is. he’d invited her this time to a concert at borealis. it’d been one of the coldest nights of the the season so far. the shattering wind pierces against his cheeks, illuminating them a light pink that makes barom look as if he’s constantly blushing. 

“nice to see you here, mademoiselle,” he’s been the infatuated idiot sitting in his room the past few weeks googling random french words and phrases to try to impress her when she’s around. as promised, their meeting spot was in front of the boisterous bar front. there was still another twenty minutes until the band barom had been looking forward to watch was on — and it certainly was freezing outside, barom realized, once the wind hit him again as he held the door open for his date. “you look, um.” he gauges just how deep he should dive into his compliments so soon. “really nice tonight.”

[msuselene]

selene was never one too assume. her reliance on factual information was a by-product of her education—of being told by her professors under her major classes that as future medical practitioners, they should not act only on the basis of their assumptions. after all, they deal with the ever so precarious thing that is life. as such, they must always be led by their rationale. 

yet when matters of emotions were at consideration, she finds that it has been hard trying to shrug off the telltale signs of interest. while she keeps a cool head on for most days, the way her heart would beat an ungodly amount per second every time he steps foot inside the hospital wing would remind her that she is not quite in control of the situation as she hopes to be. 

selene doesn’t like to assume but whenever he comes in, she cannot help but hope that maybe she’s right.

it got easier after the first time. the interactions flowed more smoothly, even if he was laying down in an old rickety bed for the most of it. the sense of familiarity remains and was strengthened every time she has to reprimand him first for ending up in the wing again, followed by conversations on anything and every thing. all the while, she tried not to think too much of it. he’s just friendly, she’d tell herself every time he makes her laugh. maybe he’s just clumsy, would be her affirmation as she passes him a healing potion or patches up a cut somewhere.

it was all this mental work of nothing but denial, denial, denial that resulted in her absolute surprise when he finally asked her out.

there is a level of comfort now; a sense of understanding between them after a month of having known and seen each other constantly. selene cannot deny that she feels ten times lighter than she used to, knowing that someone out there seems to be looking forward to meeting her every chance they get. while his attention was flattering, his interest in the things that she does held more ground. 

as she walks up the path that leads toward the front doors of borealis, seeing him waiting for her already elicits a smile. “hi,” she greets him, finding it completely normal by now the way he throws out these random french words. “nice pronunciation! better than the last time.” she may not have said it yet but she appreciates his efforts immensely. “thank you.” she says, blushing as she steps inside the building. remind her to thank her friends for helping her look well put together that night. “you look great too.”

the temperature inside borealis was decidedly warm compared to the freezing centigrade of outside. as she shrugs off the coat she was wearing, selene leans in closer to ask. “who are we seeing again? i wanted to do my research before coming here but i decided i’d like to be surprised.”

[msuselene]

lizmsu​:

; oops i did it again

with @msuselene​

“oh damn im late” liz spoke to herself as she entered the mokseong’s grounds, closing up her jacket, trying not to die frozen for the sudden change of weather that night. looking around, she couldn’t hold back a wave of fear when she noticed there wasn’t one single soul around (at least not that she was aware of) and started walking faster to reach the hwaseong’s dorms.

it was when she took one final turn that her soul almost left her body as she crashed against someone coming from the opposite direction, almost sending her to the ground. 

“ouch!” she let out, immediately looking up to face the person and relief took over her as she recognized selene, the suseong’s prefect. then she remembered it wasn’t the first time the other girl reprimanded her for being late at the dorm. “ohh…hi selene!”

steps slow, eyes tired, and attention fleeting as she walks through the halls of the castle. in that moment, she definitely does not feel like the responsible prefect she is supposed to be. selene would chalk if up to exhaustion. after all, she did wake up early that day to accomplish her readings, subsequently forgetting that she had to stay up late for prefect duties. 

thank goodness she had yet to step into a scene that screams trouble. selene do not think her energy would fair well when faced with a situation where she actually had to assert authority.

not that she was ever good at it anyway.

perhaps she spoke too soon. as another body careened onto her, the suddenness combined with her lumber movements, she was forced a few steps away. “ow,” she groans, hand reaching out to massage the impacted part of her body. glancing up, the wheels of recognition immediately snapped into place. “liz!” she greets the other female. “are you okay? what has got you out late this time?”

[msuselene]

sunny afternoon.

msuforsythia​:

there’s another beat of comfortable shared silence as they each take a sip from their chalices. forsythia swallows - the wine is a rich blackberry, and it warms her entirely on its way down. she’s no lightweight, but on her empty stomach, she can already feel it working through her system. its heat reminds her of touching a light bulb that’s recently been turned off - a distant glow from within. it’s nice, and she pairs the taste with a bite of brie and rosemary crackers.

“please,” forsythia encourages, coming to bring her hand to cover her mouth as she’s still chewing. “go right ahead.”

she listens as the other woman is blushing and hurrying through her words - she clearly couldn’t keep this in. if they had waited one more day for their picnic, forsythia is certain selene would have exploded. she almost laughs at how cute her friend is being, but refrains for the sake of sparing her any further flustering.

“a guy?” she asks, and for some reason, she’s not surprised by it - instead, it feels rather clandestine. she wonders if that’s a silly thing to think. it’s just, what are the chances they both wanted to bring up some boy troubles today? their lives so strangely paralleled sometimes.

“i’m sure you’re not reading into it,” forsythia says, already interested. she reaches for another cracker. “tell. me. everything.”

selene feels validated. 

forsythia’s intrigue and attention was as comforting as her presence alone. it was what propelled the words to spill from her lips; making it appear as though she would combust if her stories were not laid out immediately for the older to hear.

“it started when i had to attend to him in the hospital wing after he woke up.” the narration begins, her storytelling vivid in the rise and fall of her voice—the faraway look in her eyes as she tries to recall the events that spiralled from that day up until this moment. “it was the first time i ever met him but for some reason, i felt so comfortable. almost like i knew him already? which is strange. i can’t understand it.” in other words, she was drawn. like a moth to a flame.

taking another sip, she takes advantage of the liquid courage that surges through her system. it feels utterly silly of her to be talking about this yet selene knows that if she does not, she would not be able to rest. her thoughts would be all too consuming. there was no other way but to let it go and there is truly no other person better suited to hear her restless ramblings but the toseong student.

“at first i though that would be the last time we’ll be seeing each other but then a few days later, he came back to the hospital wing with a different injury.” she says, pursing her lips. “then after that, he came back again with another, and another. i don’t want to assume anything but do you think he’s doing it on purpose?” really, it was the core question and she asks so with her forehead creased in confusion. “i mean, it couldn’t be, right?” she just cannot fathom someone purposefully getting hurt just to see her.

[imyourjoyy]

Joy ♡ Psycho :: M-On A-nation Online 2020

[msuselene]

msumalia​:

Malia continued to deny the other with a sloppy shake of her head in protest. “I do not think that’s true at all! You’re good at everything!” The younger insisted with a giggle. Despite not being in a proper state of mind (as well as not knowing the other as long as others have), the younger had assisted Selene enough times to know that she was anything but stupid. Malia simply wouldn’t believe it until she saw it— but even then, she probably still wouldn’t believe it!

“Well…” The freshman trailed off with a small laugh and awkward smile. It was true. This far into the year, Malia was growing pretty comfortable with the choreographed routines they were taught to practice. But that was mostly because they were just that— choreographed. Once told which moves to execute and exactly what part of the song, Malia could practice them until they were perfect. Sadly, that wasn’t the case on the dance floor. “I’m still a bit new to parties.” 

At the other’s response, her mouth mimed the ‘ahhh’ sound as she nodded her head, the somewhat familiar image of the cartoon coming to mind as she did so. “I watched it a bit growing up, but it’s been a while.” Another sheepish smile crept onto her lips as she giggled once more. “I’m Nezuko! She’s a character from an anime that’s pretty popular right now. It’s called Demon Slayer.”

malia was so endearing, selene cannot help but to lean over and envelope the younger girl in a side hug. after one squeeze, she lets go with a laugh. “okay, if you say so! i’ll let you believe that because it makes me sound great.” an attempt at a wink but due to her inebriated state, she blinks instead which caused another influx of laughters to spill from her lips. perhaps she ought to really stop drinking. lest she becomes a bumbling, stuttering fool by the end of this night.

tipping her head back to empty the glass in her hands, she sets it off in a table they passed by as soon as the liquid was gone. hoping to rely on the courage and alcohol left in her system, she effectively brings the both of them to the packed dance floor. taking the younger’s hand, she spins her around with an amused laugh. “i guess there’s some difference to cheerleading and dancing in parties. what makes this great though is that you can be the absolute worst and no one will judge you!” everyone’s just either too drunk or too occupied with other matters to pay anyone but themselves any attention. 

“that’s so cool and the costume looks amazing on you!” the senior showers her with compliments. while she may be somewhat out of it, her words are still filled with utmost sincerity. “you should show me that anime next time because now i’m curious.” she smiles. “for now, we dance!” she moves in one of the few times where she doesn’t care what she would look like.

[msuselene]

msubarom​:

it takes every inch, every corner and being of his soul to ask her the real questions his mind is flickering to — are you single? are you seeing someone? do you have a boyfriend? but weirdly enough, there’s the strong sense that comes back to him again telling him that she doesn’t. he feels it like the beak of a wooden cuckoo clock, tapping back and forth against his mind like an alarm of sorts. 

it wakes him from his thoughts, body jolting back to life as his eyes widen up at her again. he wishes that he didn’t have to meet her here of all places — why couldn’t things have been more normal for them, like meeting at a bar off campus like every other normal witch and wizard at this university did?

he supposes it’s not too far a stretch for selene to know the basics of what it takes to be an app developer, considering there had to have been a few courses the two of them must’ve overlapped with between their freshman and junior years at mokseong. again, it’s too bad that these had to be their circumstances. 

but better than not meeting at all, right?

“for my senior project, we’re emulating current apps already on the market,” barom says it with a tone light enough to keep the conversation going but not enough enthusiasm to lose her interest. sure, he could talk about their app for hours on end, the logistics of it and all — but he was for more interested in hearing about her than anything else. “i guess fate chose in a hospital instead,” he adds as a muttered afterthought.

“whatever you do, i’m sure you’ll be great at it.” and here he is, already littering her with comments. he could easily find more things to say, but even barom knows that’s overkill. even in his… elated state of mind. is it really possible that people can do this to another’s state of mind? he tries to focus on it after selene has instructed him to straighten his posture and sit upright for her to conduct her required procedure. there’s nothing about it that’s weird or inappropriate of course, but the sensation of knowing there’s such a pretty girl giving him physical contact — god, he feels stupid for letting this make him feel giddy. 

“so?” he asks to break the piercing silence that had taken shape between them. “do i pass?”

she feels it growing from within her—the restlessness, the desire to throw caution to the wind and stay where he is to accompany him for the rest of his stay. this was curbed by the gradual increase in her senses. the noise that filters in and out of her ears which tells her that someone else had disturbed the peace that initially surrounds them. a quick glance behind her shows that one of her earlier patients had woken up. she almost sighs.

after gesturing for someone else to fill her in temporarily, she faces him with a small smile. it was as though she was trying to commit his face to memory not knowing when they will cross paths again. while she does not necessarily forget easily, selene knows that there is something about him that stands out from the rest. whether this means she would start looking out for him in a crowd of students would be left for her to figure out as soon as he steps out of this room.

a plethora of questions were hanging at the tip of her tongue. an array of inquiries ranging from his life as a budding app-developer and if the muggle movie about facebook really show how life is like for them. anything about him. instead, she settles for an impressed nod of her head. “good luck with it! i have a feeling it’ll be amazing.”

i hope i get to see it, she almost says but she bites her tongue the last minute. selene blinks when she hears the word fate fall out of his lips. she did not even think of it yet now that the thought enters her brain, it really must be it. “of all the places, right?” she laughs a little. fate is truly a funny thing.

“thank you so much.” came her response—tender voice laced with utmost sincerity. words of affirmation targeted at her abilities was the quickest way to her heart. how was it that he seems to know, she cannot dwell upon. perhaps he was just being nice. either way, it uplifts her. a spirited smile on her lips even as the electric buzz from the physical contact sparks a line to her. she had done this a thousand times but never once had she felt like going south and running a hand through someone’s hair instead of feeling through the surface of their skull. heaven help her. 

stepping away, she lets her arms fall to her side as she bites on her lower lip. “em, yes. you’re all good!” picking up his records again, she takes out a piece of paper and gently hands it over. “here, a clearance from nurse sato so you can present it to the professors whose classes you had to miss today.” from behind her, she hears an impatient call of her name. lifting a finger, she signals, just a moment. she had to say a few more words.

“i’m sorry, i have to go attend to that.” she smiles apologetically. “you were a good patient, barom, but i hope you don’t get hurt again next time. if the headache returns just come and drop by, okay?” she backs away slowly, still facing him. “i guess i’ll see you around.” 

selene throws him one last smile before completely facing the other way. he does not have to see her break out into a full blown grin—a hand placed over her steadily beating heart. 

end. 

[ilsyongju]

sunny afternoon.

closed starter ✘ @msuselene​

what leaves were left on the trees overhead transitioned gently from green to gold, and the rest crisply crunched beneath their feet as they walked the trails with familiarity. the sun came out less frequently than before in the impending gloom of winter - although the cold was something forsythia eagerly anticipated. today, the characteristic chill of autumn diminished in those last moments of afternoon sunshine, meaning the weather was that pleasant medium. not too cold, and not too hot.

forsythia carried with her a sturdy wicker basket and a soft blue blanket. her cardigan matched its pale colour. as she moved through the woods, she stood out with great contrast - an icy splash amidst the earthen tones. 

she and selene were almost to their usual picnic spot. the more they walked, the quieter the world got around them. even the birds in the trees hushed as they neared the clearing. with practice, the two spread the blanket across the ground, sat, and began to unpack the food and drinks from the basket.

forsythia gave selene a knowing smile. there was that moment of shared silence which passed between them - the calm before their private emotional storms. she poured them each a glass of wine and then fixed herself a plate.

“so…” she said, still unable to squander her smile. “who’s going to start?”

[msuselene]

these little excursions were impossible not to miss.

selene can go for days without thinking about the way the rest of the world can seemingly fail to exist as soon as she sits down in that picnic blanket. she can drown herself in copious amounts of work and have their little nook in the woods be a daydream memory pushed to the back of her mind. yet the moment she feels the intuition to call out a picnic, the lightheartedness she feels when she’s here return almost immediately. it was as though the day they designated cannot come soon enough. she misses it as soon as she remembers it.

there was quiet as they settle their space; a comfortable routine they have fallen into over the years. as she lowers herself down on the blanket, spreading her flowy skirts to cover much of her limbs, her audible sigh of relief was whispered to the air.

smiling, she accepts the glass of wine. “ugh,” she starts with a groan. “i don’t know..” then she trails off. selene takes a sip from her drink, gulps, then throws her head back to look at the sky as if asking for guidance. “okay, actually, can i?” she asks with a bashful smile, realising that she can’t shut up even if she wills herself to. “you have to help me. i’m so confused, forsythia! i don't know if i’m just reading into things way too much or if there’s actually something there.” she looks at the other girl, frown on her lips. “but basically, there’s this guy...”

[msuselene]

* schooled —

@msuchangmin

her bag hangs heavily on her right shoulder; the space inside filled to the brim with her required readings, some assortment of pens, and paper to write on. purposeful strides were, as always, headed towards a location within the school that she can be frequently found at. if not the hospital wing and her room, this is her favoured area of choice.

not necessarily because she loves this place. more so that it is arguably the only place in the school where she can find some semblance of peace, should she desire to see through the completion of her tasks. it is the library, after all.

as soon as she steps inside the room, her eyes immediately scans through the throng of people scattered far and in between. in the message she had received from him, he had informed her where he would be sitting and what he was wearing. she was able to find him easily enough but as she walks closer, her steps begin to gradually lose its steady pace because this guy she is about to approach could not possibly be her tutor? she thinks. he looks too young.

“hi, i’m selene. are you changmin?” she asks politely once she’s close enough to engage in conversation with the other. “he told me he would be here but i haven’t met him yet so i figured i should ask first.”

[msuselene]

l'amour commence par un sourire

msubarom​:

her voice is sweeter than chocolate to listen to; he wonders if those in her life would agree or think he’s mad for even thinking so. how she is so mesmerizing to him is beyond his comprehension, but barom is certain that he is undoubtedly attracted to her so much so that he hadn’t realized he had been barely breathing their entire conversation. 

everything about her is so gentle and poised. especially in regards to the nonsense spewing from his mouth, selene continues to carry herself so elegantly. she doesn’t miss any of her beats, but barom certainly misses his own, as does his heart when he makes her laugh. he briefly wonders if he had told her he couldn’t remember any of the events prior to being struck in the head if it meant he would’ve been able to stay in the ward with her longer.

when she speaks, barom momentarily forgets he’d been in pain — until she mentions it again, and the pounding returns. it actually distracts him from her last few sentences, only catching onto key words like feel, head, bump, concussion; none really register with him when she’s leaning closer and putting her hands on top of his own to help him tilt the bottle upwards. the potion is disgustingly bitter, but selene’s smile does everything in the world to mask the taste for him.

“geumseong,” he says once he’s downed the entire concoction. the throbbing almost immediately resides. “oh my god, thank you,” barom breathes, closing his eyes and smiling out of the immense relief she’d brought him. he tilts his head back against the cot’s headboard and opens his eyes to look up at her again — though, this time, he doesn’t care if his gaze lingers a little bit too long. “i’m majoring in modern magic technology,” chances are, she probably already knew this from his student file, but he doesn’t want to run the risk of any break in their conversation to leave room for her to go help another patient. not yet. “i work in app design — stuff like buzzard or spellcastr, you know.” another smile. “but nothing nearly as important as the work you do.”

“you’re welcome!” she chirps before putting the bottle down. immediately, a sense of relief courses through her as she sees him visibly relax. no longer burdened by the feeling of pain, he certainly looks a lot better than he did awhile ago. that was not to say that he did not look great. he did, she had been looking and was undeniably stealing appreciative glances. she supposes the difference is just more apparent now.

selene turns to face him again, rocked by the softness in which he looks at her. when their eyes locked, it felt for a moment that no one else but them existed inside the hospital wing. almost as though someone in a critical state can be steered inside in just a second and she would not pay them any mind. this realisation startles her and so with a blink, she regains her slowly wilting composure by looking away. 

“that’s really interesting but the data analysis must be exhausting. are you working on an app right now?” came her ever so reliable curiosity. pausing, she frowns as a sudden thought flashes across her mind. “i’m actually surprised we haven’t met before since we’re both seniors and all. i guess i shouldn’t underestimate just how big this school is.”

she was stalling. 

“ah, thank you but my task here really is more on the after care stuff.” she smiles. “maybe after this year i’ll get promoted to the heavier tasks. fingers crossed!” now, there’s a bigger smile on her lips.

the next task on the agenda was to inspect around his head and neck for any physical trauma but for some reason, she finds herself delaying it. perhaps it was because after that, she would have no other choice but to let him go. he was doing fine; great, even. at most, she can order him to stay and rest for a couple more hours but even then, she cannot justify standing around his bedside to build an acquaintance when there are other people to tend to. it was baffling because she does not even understand exactly what makes him different. patients come and go as they should. how come this is the one time she does not want one to? “can you sit up a little bit straighter, please.” she says against her will. “i have to feel around your head now, if that’s okay.”

[msuselene]

* morning blues,

@msueunbi

it was too early.

the halls were deserted except for some few other early risers she manages to cross paths with. one can tell that it was still an undesirable time in the day when quietness engulfs the otherwise lively surroundings of the castle. no laughters can be heard, no noisy yammering, and no smiles were exchanged. this is when people mind their own business because an unprovoked interaction might result in an aggressive confrontation.

this is not her first foray into waking up early, she had seen impatience and irritability in action.

quick steps lead her towards the familiar doors of the library. it was empty which was to be expected. she had to drop off a book she had forgotten to return yesterday and wishes to get some early reading in with a new one before her first class. as selene heads towards the aisle with texts on muggle medicine, she does a double take on the table to her left when she catches sight of a figure hunched seemingly uncomfortably over a table. deciding then and there that her task isn’t herculean enough that she would prioritise that over a person, she turns to walk quietly towards the female.

selene takes note of how uncomfortable she might be. sleeping with your face first on a thick volume was never an ideal sleeping arrangement. leaning closer, she sees that it was a familiar face. eunbi, she recalls, a sophomore from your house. with a gentle hand, she taps the younger girl on the shoulder. “eunbi, wake up.” she says kindly, a smile poised on her lips.

[msuselene]

* the comeback,

@msuxhimari​

she was the relentless, totally unauthorised, sometimes annoying, self-proclaimed manager of the suseong quidditch team. as a senior prefect, selene feels as though it is one of her responsibilities to keep track of how they are fairing and tries as much as she can to be a source of encouragement. while she finds that the team is generally motivated and seem to genuinely love what they do, she supposes a little shower of cheer here and there would do no harm.

boot clad feet made its way towards the quidditch field; vigilant of any flying quaffles that might be accidentally hurled towards her way. it was always a breath of fresh air coming out here. literally and figuratively. moments when she feels cooped up inside the castle, spending an ungodly amount of time between the hospital wing and the library, makes her wish she was talented in other fields too. perhaps all that physical activity would be good for her. except she despises flying and does not possess the nimble skills required for any other sport.

oh well, being a plain old student has its charm too.

in her periphery, she catches sight of the person she was waiting for. immediately, selene perks up—all thoughts from a second ago knocked out of the park. “stephanie!” raising an arm, she waves it around to catch the female’s attention. completely unnecessary because it was not like any other person was waiting for her but then again, you never know. walking closer, she smiles at the people she passes before stopping in front of the older female. “hey! how did it go?” there’s a hopeful look that passes across her features, a silent, please, please, please.

“let me guess, you blew them all away?” she smiles.

[msuselene]

life of the party

msuhana​:

oh, how the tables have turned. 

“hm –” a thoughtful hum pricks her lips upwards even more, as if seriously considering the other’s words. if not, amusing her a bit before her eyes are drawn and her smile is gone, coined for a fitted line to press her full lips together. “you say this,” her nose wrinkles, “but you and i both know there will be another party next week, no matter if it was a holiday or not.” it was no secret that the more scandalous of activities weren’t exactly a rarity at mokseong. avoiding them, however, had become something akin to a speciality on hana’s part. 

“let me guess – bippity boppity boo?” she rolls her eyes, fingers finally receding from the curl of her jaw to close her book. it was obvious no more studying would be done – not when selene was being this insistent. there was no stopping a woman with an agenda – and it seemed clear what selene’s was for the night. “will the magic run out at midnight too?” she says, a laugh at the tip of her tongue – almost hoping it would be so. maybe then she wouldn’t feel as guilty skipping out on her studies like this.

she leans back in her chair, pushing aside her book to draw her sights on her current outfit – a billion thoughts flitting through her mind on the search for a costume. she wasn’t necessarily creative, if anything – much like the rest, hana would probably just derive such a fit from a character she’d seen in a movie. that being said, she just had to choose who.

“do you remember that pink-haired girl from the movie we saw last week? what was her name again –” she frowns, eyes snapping to the other’s, already taking in the sight of her expression ; practically feeling the elation spreading in the room as hana gave into the whims of temptation a little too easily. 

leaning back on the chair, she hums in thought before conceding at that one fact. “you’re right.” she says, a smile on her lips. “these heathens we go to school with means there’s definitely going to be another party next week but the difference this time is it’s organised by the school.” her brain is working on overdrive as she churns out this rationale which she hopes would come off as encouraging than mental. “meaning, if our professors caught any of us slacking next week we have a good reason to give and can they fault us for a party they created? i don’t think so.” merlin forbid hana actually slacks off. if there would be anyone caught slacking off, it would be her.

selene laughs—the sound echoing throughout the empty library. “i guess that makes me your fairy godmother? that’s nice. i like being in charge.” the amusement is evident in her tone but the excitement was more profound as she sees her abysmal skills at persuasion seems to be working over the other female. this is perhaps the most fun she has had in weeks and if that does not say anything about how her life feels utterly dull lately, then she does not know what else would. 

she could practically see the gears turning inside hana’s vast mind. selene bids her time. she does not want to be too smug lest the toseong student suddenly changes her mind. patience is an attribute that comes quite naturally to her. after all, patience makes relishing in the fruits of her labour a truly delightful part.

“ohhh alice? from closer?” the grin was unmistakable; she was practically off of the edge of her seat. “i think you’re going to look amazing if you go as her.” no question there; hana would look immaculate. “are you ready? i’ll help you get changed! we can charm your hair pink too.” they will be colourful sight once they step foot in that party.