attention directed at the lecturer of their current class, junhee focused himself on absorbing all the new information as he shifted from summarizing his notes and looking back up at the professor. he doesn’t even notice his table roommate slowing lulling himself to sleep, until he found him resting on his shoulder comfortably. “ oh. good night, you. ” junhee mumbles softly to himself, just as the professor said his final words, dismissing the class.
if it hadn’t been for their professor loudly declaring that the research for their project was due next class, ethan surely could’ve slept the day away on junhee’s shoulder. unfortunately, he didn’t get that option, thus he opened his eyes to look up and meet junhee’s. --- “ i guess i should get off your shoulder and let you go to your next class, huh ? ” he asks, his head still resting on the other’s arm. it would take some convincing, of him to himself, to get up and move. probably would’ve been easier if he’d fallen asleep on someone else’s shoulder, considering he knew junhee. and he also knew junhee would let him sleep sprawled across him if only class wasn’t ending. “ i’m getting up... right now... swear. ” he dragged out his words, making no real effort to move as other students cleared out of the classroom around them.
after coming back from practice, mason was absolutely exhausted. his limbs felt like they were going to fall off and he was sure his ears were ringing from how loud the coach yelled at every little detail, which in HINDSIGHT didn’t make sense. halfway to passing out, his bag slung over his shoulder and shoulders slightly slumped, the last thing mason expects is a body to almost topple over onto him. without second thought, the reflexes of an athlete kick in and his arms are extending out to grab onto the smaller one. at first, mason doesn’t register who is actually being held in his arms and when he does, a small smile is pulling up at the corners of his lips, “hi, sweetheart,” the blond’s voice is gentle, tired as he stands ethan upright, eyes trained on the other’s lips as he speaks, softly trying to mouth what’s being said to him, “i hate to refuse you, but my coach would kill me if i had one,” it was exaggeration or honestly maybe not, but the statement was close enough, “have you offered them to anyone else? they look too good to go to waste, unless you’re gonna go back to your room and hoard them for yourself?”
it doesn’t take long for ethan to notice that mason doesn’t seem all that much more awake than he is ( just about as long as it took his cheeks to turn pink at the other’s hands on his arms and the endearing nickname ). “ oh... ” and the smaller of the two nearly pouts. “ that’s okay ! i’ll just have to start walking around with health conscious snacks so next time i nearly end up on top of you, at least i’ll be bearing gifts. ” his bright smile which barely faltered returns in full force. he then spares a glance at his muffins, before returning his gaze to mason. “ i suppose i should offer some to a friend. would you think less of me if i ate them all before anyone else knew i had any ? ” he teases, because of course he’d share. ethan was nothing if not a giving soul, too giving perhaps. “ ahh, but i can’t have too many mini muffins either. i didn’t get this amazingly athletic body by eating too many sweats. ” he states, his free hand patting what in theory could be his abs, a cheesy smile as present on his face as his freckles --- of course, he’s joking again. he spent almost all of his time eating sweets, his semi good body merely came from good luck ( or maybe good genes, how should he know ? ). “ if i lost it, i’d lose all my courage to talk to cool gryffindor guys in the halls too. and then how would i ever face you again, mase ? ”
alecto carrow was far from earning the title of queen of self control. while she considered herself decent enough to remain civil in most situations in spite of the constant anger that wracked her, certain things just … crossed a line. invasion of her space ? it jumped the line entirely.
the moment the boy she had been unfortunately seated next to rests his head on her shoulder she recoils, pulling her body back from his so quickly she knocks an inkwell off of the table and onto the floor.
“ just what do you think you’re doing, boy ? ” her words are a hiss, dark eyes narrowed and boring into his. “ i did not say you could touch me. ”
ethan is jarred awake by the sound of an inkwell clattering on the floor. he sees ink beginning to spill out onto the ground and he’s so focused on it for a moment he doesn’t even realize the other’s death glare. that is, of course, until she speaks and his head shoots in her direction as he regains his composure ( sort of ). “ o-oh. i’m so sorry. i didn’t --- i didn’t even know i was touching you... i really didn’t mean to. the mess... it’s my fault then. i’ll clean it up. ” his words are quick, but careful & calculated. he treads as though he’s scared to offend the girl with the angry eyes and the hair as dark as night. probably because he is.
UNFORTUNATELY FOR ETHAN , that happened to be marlene’s writing shoulder . squinting in disbelief , the blonde turned her keen gaze onto the top of his head . but she hesitated to move because well … marlene loved naps too . five more seconds passed as her internal debate raged before a lithe finger pokes him in the side . “ wake up . he’s about to give us our assignment for the SEMESTER and you don’t want to miss it . plus , my arm is going numb ! ”
his moment of peace comes to an end with a poke to the side, and he slowly opens his eyes to look up at marlene --- and as fast as he realizes what’s going on his head is off of her shoulder and his eyes open wide. “ oh --- sorry. i didn’t even realize i’d dozed off... you make a comfy pillow. ” he says, smiling at the other tenderly. “ you’re right, though. i definitely don’t wanna fail this class because i was taking a cat nap on your numb arm... which, again, i’m really sorry. i’ll make sure to ask before i go around falling asleep on you next time, promise. ”
all her eyes could see was this blinding white flash of light. anger in a color most would assume RED , but by experience mary knew and recognized as the absence of all color and thought. the only thing running through her mind as the word mudblood was thrown her way was that of the motor mechanics of ramming her fist into that persons jaw. the collision , the sound of bone on bone , dulled by that little FLASH of lost control. a roaring of cheers and yelling from the other students around them f a d i n g back into her ears. ‘ say it again , motherfucker !! i fucking DARE you. say that shit to me again !!! ’ the words only raged off her tongue as hands securely wrapped around her waist ; pulling her off from the hold she had on the pureblood. naturally she s t r u g g l e d against them , arms trying to flail away and beat the elitist even more. ‘ let me go… ’ she kicked her legs forward , as they continued to TRY and drag her away.
as soon as ethan hears the word MUDBLOOD being shouted in the halls, his attention is immediately ripped from what he was doing to the situation at hand. ethan’s blood ran pure, but his heart was more muggle than most of those who had muggle blood running through their very veins. mudblood --- it disgusted him. the way they used it as an insult, the way being closer to the muggle world was seen as bad, as FILTHY. and as much as the boy would’ve loved to ball up his own fists, small as they may be, he didn’t. instead, he immediately goes for mary. his hand grabs tightly to the girl’s waist as she fights so desperately against him to be let go. he has half a mind to let her go --- but you see, things are never in a muggle born’s favor. in other words ? mary would be the first to get in trouble for the incident. ethan wasn’t exactly physically strong, but he had enough restraint, enough WILL POWER, to pull mary back. “ hey, come on. they’re not worth it. you know they just said it to get a reaction out of you. ” they’d gotten exactly what they wanted, at least for the most part. surely, they hadn’t wanted the damn near fractured jaw. “ if you just calm down, i’ll let go. ”
@bleedpure // half awake and walking through the corridors was probably a bad idea, but it wasn’t as though ethan had much of a choice. if he did, he’d be happily tucked into bed right about now. his eyes were only focused on the mini muffins he held delicately and he didn’t even spare a glance to see where he was going --- “ oh ! i almost dropped my muffins... ” he says, looking at them sadly as though he had. that is, until he let sleepy eyes travel up to meet the other’s. “ oh, hey mase. ” he says, his voice as soft & tired as he looked. “ want a mini muffin ? ” he reaches his hand out, offering one of the baby blueberry muffins to the other boy. even his smile was tired, and as energized as he usually was around mason, he was half way to passing out right now. still, he was happy to see the other. if he had to run into someone on accident whilst half asleep, he’d choose mason anyday ( and not just because he was cute ).
as far as hufflepuffs go, ethan was pretty much a stereotype. from his love for food to his liking for naps, and even his loyalty --- but mainly the food and naps. he wasn’t a slacker, per say, but here he was in the middle of class, head lulling to the side as he nearly drifted off. as soon as his head found purchase, on someone’s shoulder might i add ( an innocent bystander turned pillow ), his eyes softly shut. if he had one more second of silence, he’d be out in a jif.
@saltysours // a bowl of pasta is placed gently into fabian’s hands as ethan plops himself down next to his friend. in his own hands he clasps a bowl not unlike the one he’d forcibly given to fabian. this had become quite a regular thing in his first year at hogwarts. pasta nights with fabian in comfy sweaters on the hufflepuff common room couch --- it was so mundane. it reminded ethan of being back home, sitting on his own couch with his not so magical friends, eating some new food he’d forced them to try. ( ethan had decided sitting next to fabian eating different shaped pasta’s once a week was quite fun too ). ----- “ if i absolutely bomb my potions test i’m one hundred percent blaming you. i spent valuable study time making this fine cuisine for us. ”
𝐀𝐑𝐀 did anyone lose … whatever the fuck this is supposed to be ?
𝐀𝐑𝐀 found it abandoned in the corner of the library …
𝐀𝐑𝐀 knife attached.
𝐀𝐑𝐀 it’s hot-glued or smth. idc i’m keeping it.
𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍: it’s DEFINITELY not mine
𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍: im kindve.. scared someone here made that
𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍: but it’s also weirdly cute
ʀᴜʙʏ: oh worm? say hello to little guy!!! 😁 😁 😁
ʀᴜʙʏ: i found him on the walk to class!!
ʀᴜʙʏ: do you think he’s friends with the other worm friend i made the other day?? 🤔
ʀᴜʙʏ: i hope so!!
𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍: tell ur worm friend i said hi
𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍: mayb they’re brothers !!! worm bros
𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍: r they moving into our room now ? i’ll help u hide them out.. if i get naming rights
hello theydies and gentlethems ! i’m zee, a twenty year old that uses she/her pronouns and resides in the est. i’m very boring, so i won’t make the introduction to me very long --- but you should click that read more and read all about ethan !!! he’s my sunshine baby and i BIG love him. anyone that hurts him ? it’s on sight. anyways !!! if you wanna plot, feel free to im me or hit me up on discord & we’ll plot up something super cool, okay ? okay ! on to ethan !!!
ETHAN MOON.
did you see ETHAN MOON on the train back to hogwarts? they’re a PUREBLOOD ( MUGGLE RAISED ) in their FIRST year as an EIGHTEEN-year-old HUFFLEPUFF. apparently they’re THE EFFERVESCENT around the grounds; most likely because they give off an aura of SUN KISSED SKIN LITTERED IN FRECKLES, BUBBLY ORANGE SODA FROM A GAS STATION SODA MACHINE & THE COMFORT OF A HOME COOKED MEAL AFTER A LONG DAY. of all the social media platforms, they’re definitely most obsessed with their PLATTER; probably because they’re EASYGOING, but also OVERLY TALKATIVE. however, on the new manifest app in mr. carlos’ english class, they’ve already managed to anonymously steal the username: BUTTERBEER.
MORE INFO.
ethan moon's lineage is nothing short of a mystery. sure, someone somewhere knows where he came from, knows his pureblooded wizard parents --- but he doesn’t quite care to solve the mystery.
you see, ethan was raised by two muggles who could never have children of their own. the first time they saw ethan with his tiny fists and his bright smile, they fell in love. he was only a few months old when he officially became a moon.
as a child, ethan was always just as happy and sunshine filled as he was now. he was loved deeply, cared for immensely, and though his family didn’t always have a lot of money, he never felt he needed it. new toys and the coolest shoes didn’t need to define him --- he didn’t let them.
his parents owned a small restaurant, and that’s where he spent a good amount of his childhood. if he wasn’t at home or at school, he was behind the counter with his mom or in the kitchen with his dad. they never asked him to work for them, but they couldn’t ever get little ethan to leave.
despite not having much money or cool things, ethan was generally well liked. he was kind and bright, smart and caring. he learned to share what he could and to laugh as often as you can. his parent’s taught him how to cook, and they taught him how to love.
all in all, ethan’s childhood was amazing. he had bad days, sure. but he was happy. he was always more happy than he ever was anything else. and his parents ? they were happy too. happy to have ethan, their son, in their lives.
until ethan was eleven years old, he didn’t know he wasn’t just a normal boy. he didn’t know he was a wizard. in fact, that was a fairy tale to him. a fairy tale to his parents ( believe it or not, the baby’s a wizard wasn’t even in the fine print ).
ethan first found out through a letter for wizarding school that he was different. he wasn’t very accepting of it at first. in fact, he didn’t even believe it. all the letters received mostly found their way into the trash.
eventually, his parents stopped ignoring it as some weird prank and started to wonder if these letters meant something. they didn’t know anything about where their son had come from --- maybe this was why.
his parents didn’t love him any less even after discovering he was, in fact, a wizard. even though they were confused as hell. but with time the three of them all figured it out, and figured out how to live with it.
his parents actually ended up being the ones to convince him to go to school in the wizarding world, it was where he belonged they’d said once. ethan was never to keen on this but it didn’t seem he had much of a choice in the end, so he ended up spending his school days in wizarding schools like most wizards.
ethan wasn’t too fond of this, really. he missed his muggle friends, missed his family. missed his muggle self. it was simpler to be a mediocre human than a mediocre wizard. but alas, he never let it bring him down. not visibly at least. and he got to spend his summer’s and holiday’s at home so it wasn’t all bad.
eventually, ethan made wizard friends too. he had a life as a wizard, even if it wasn’t the life he dreamed of having back at home. he dealt with it, always inwardly, and never let anyone know that he sometimes ( most times ) wished he could just go home.
now here’s where ethan’s intense love for food comes in. he’s a self proclaimed foodie and sure food taste’s good and he can cook like crazy but to him it’s more than that. food is family. it reminds him of learning to cook with his dad, how he did with his father. reminds him of home. the home he misses. so he cooks ! a lot !
he’s always loved having new ingredients and things to work with as a wizard, so that’s a major plus. but nothing can take away his roots ! so ethan spends a lot of time making meals his father used to make him. he’s a damn good cook and one day he hopes he can truly go home and take over the family business.
anyways !!! that’s pretty much where ethan’s at now. he’s attending his first year at hogwarts, a wizarding university, and he’s studying hard and being a dedicate student and a good hufflepuff thus far. he still loves to cook, more than anything else, and still often daydreams about being a normal muggle --- but that’s his little secret.
aside from loving food, ethan is as sunshiney as always. he’s happy and bright, can talk to anyone about anything for hours. he’s very friendly and very open minded, and he tries to be nice to everyone most of the time.
he does have a horrible habit of talking way too much about things no one cares to hear about, and although he’s ambitious he’s pretty lazy most of them time and much prefers a day in with a home cooked meal to a day flying around on a broomstick.
regardless, he’s seemingly a ball of sunshine and honestly ? he really is. he still spends as much time at home as possible, but he’s got a lot of friends and lot of reasons to love being a wizard now too.
oh ----- just don’t ask about his biological parents. even if he’s accepted that he’s a wizard, he doesn’t care to accept them or even discover who they are. it’s a topic best left alone. sunny days can turn stormy too.
that’s about all i’ve got for now !!! a little look into ethan’s life and his thoughts and personality. if you have any questions, feel free to ask away !!! so yes ! plot with me !!!
