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♅ Midnight Minded

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Nikolai listened closely, knowing these weren’t just drunken confessions anymore. Sure they had both had a little too much to drink, but these were deep thoughts. Maybe even thoughts they had never shared before. “Mm…” He easily slipped under the blanket when it was offered, a soft laugh escaping him. He settled in close and raised an eyebrow, studying the other for a long moment. “Is it?” He whispered, locking eyes for a long moment, wanting the other teacher to know he would accept any answer he was given.

“Well, that’s also a very good one!” He snickered and looked down at Changmin, pleased with the head resting on his shoulder. “Why would you teach that to children though? Can you imagine what their commonrooms must be like?” He shuddered at the thought, then chuckled and relaxed into the bed. It was a bit stifling, lying there in all his clothing, but he wasn’t going to ruin everything by suddenly stripping. He was so comfortable….sure he had only met Changmin a few days previous but so what? He felt comfortable and happy and he hadn’t felt that way in a long time.

“Professor Changmin…..” His gut clenched and twisted, brain racing as he tried to figure out if he was really going to ask what he was thinking. His brain said hell no but the alcohol said hell yes. “Would you do me the honor of being my date to whatever event Hogwarts holds next?” It was easier to ask that, rather than really asking for a date the next day or even week. A date like that held expectations. A date to a function…well, it’d allow the other to play it off as mere fun if he wished.

it was easy, quite possibly the easiest decision he’s made in a long time and it could have been the alcohol but he would argue that it was himself entirely that chose to slide sure arms around the divination teacher’s waist, a loose hold around layers of clothing. The thick fabric covering the other’s shoulder was soft against his skin, still intertwined with faint scent of winter. It makes him remember the walk back, slow paced and lackadaisical, too weighed down by the prior festivities to really move any faster than a molasses stroll. He wonders if Jungmin was always this gentle with his words or if something shaped them that way, if he was as amazing company when he was their student’s age as he was now. It makes Changmin fond, protective even over someone who wasn’t more than a stranger a week ago. His memory of traveling was faint at best, but he knew the difference between companionship founded upon convenience and one that transcended that, the type to write to when he was far away. The type to think of when he’s feeling alone. When Jungmin laughs, he realizes he’s lost the conversation midst his other thoughts. “Oh um--” he hurriedly tries to recall what would have sprouted laughter and then he remembers the hands that prodded at his ribs. “--I try not to think about what they do when they’re not under my supervision. It’s my job to teach them magic and technically I’m not breaking any rules.” He smiles, tries not to think of the space that he’s willingly neglected by moving closer and letting the heat subdue him. “It’s okay to just call me Changmin,” he echos softly, voice increasingly shrinking per topic as the fatigue starts to wrap about him, close to willing his eyes closed until the inquiry pries them open. It’s not shock, but he couldn’t say he’s not surprised. His skin would lie, the heat creeping up his throat turns it a shade of rouge that hides itself well under his sweater but once it reaches his face, he’s sure Jungmin could feel it radiating from him. Sure that the way his breath quietly hitches in his chest and ebbs back into normalcy is a dead giveaway. “I would...” and he doesn’t know how to express himself all of a sudden, like the gears in his head have screeched to a halt. “I would...really like that,” Changmin exhales, like the air in his lungs refused to stay.

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I’ll be continuing on Changmin for those who would like to keep current threads or start new ones but considering that Giani didn’t really get a start I’m going to be holding off on him. I hope everyone knows how grateful I am to have been in this directory and to have met some amazing writers and characters on the way!

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#nowplaying 세정 (구구단)  - 꽃길 (Prod. By 지코)

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( / it was only a dance; jihoon knew this quite well. it was only his charms professor; he knew that well too. handsome or not. still, the atmosphere was gaining on him and there was the shy teen boy nestled inside the student somewhere that made him suddenly hyper-aware of the fingers around his own and the hand on his arm. a smile light on his lips, a blush in his cheeks and he was nodding his head, agreeing to something that he was barely absorbing. ) “i like hiphop more. so i don’t practice this much, and not..” ( / his brown hues glinted, slipping down to his position and then up to the professor. the height difference didn’t bother jihoon so much as the race of his heart that he was worried the older would feel under the tips of his fingers when his hand rested on his ribs. proximity slipping a new wave of nerves that jihoon swallowed down on, clearing his throat of the sudden cotton that filled it. ) “yeah, it just weird.” ( / the confession makes his eyes crinkle, adjusting his hand on his arm and pressing his fingers in, trying to rid himself of that sensation like he was doing something wrong. in his mind, he had pictured that there would be little difference in being the one to follow instead of lead; that his confidence in his ability would shelter him from any discomfort. he was overwhelmed; suddenly in a vulnerable position. ) “i’ve never been in this position. i usually lead.” ( / three tries to get out what he was trying to say since he’d began to dully stand there. his eyes curve with a boyish amusement at the sound of his own voice, and his gaze fell down to the professors shoes. ) “you.. you won’t take points off hufflepuff if i step on your toes, will you?”

(/ Laughs, the kind of tempered laugh that sits polite behind smiling lips, not too loud to be jarring but not quiet enough to seem as though he’s keeping it to himself. The music transitions smoothly into its second stanza and Changmin knows this because he’s heard plenty of the same rhythm before, felt it in the soles of his feet and let it travel into his blood.) I don’t blame you, I’m sure hiphop is far more exciting than classical. (/ thinks about the yield of Jihoon’s formal wear, how the student feels like lightning in a bottle under his fingertips. All of the life and youth he transcended now thrumming flush against his palms. As a teacher, he wonders if this is what they’re supposed to protect and nurture, not the restricting concept of students but the entities behind that title, the possibilities and futures of a cumulative light, so tremendous it can hardly be formed into words. It’s only when he manages to get this close, that he sees it and understands its power over him. It’s only when he gets this close that he truly begins to admire what it is the entire staff is trying to accomplish) You would be surprised how following can actually turn you into a better leader. (/ wide eyes, and exposed bicuspids; the grin on his face widens even though it feels impossibly large already.) Of course not, although I have a very good feeling that you’ll pick this up just as beautifully as you pick up the charms in my class. No pressure, though. We all step on toes at least one in our lives whether this be literally or figuratively. I would just be glad that it is mine you’d be stepping on instead of someone who would take it poorly. (/ As the music slows and transitions into a new song entirely, he gives a quick affirming nod before leading the younger out into the crowd. The students part as he assumed they would, his presence new and intimidating in the mix. He holds his composure through it, internalizing the creeping suspicion that he’s infected the atmosphere, and turning his attention to Jihoon. He steps forward, the hand on the boy’s ribs pushing him gently into the movement as to wordlessly instruct him to ebb back.) I’ll go slow. 

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♅ Can Do Attitude

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Jimin bites at his bottom lip and tries to resist the urge to lay his head down on the desk before him. The last hour has been a grueling lesson and now of course the professor is going to be sending them back to their dorms with more homework. It’s not like it’s fair for Jimin to only suffer for a little bit today, no he gets to die a little bit later as well. Rubbing a hand down his face, he lets out a tiny huff as he stares at the broken mirror before him. Before his eyes trail over to Professor Shim.

Charms has never been an easy subject for him. In fact out of all of his classes, it’s the one he continues to struggle with the most. It’s really was really only under Chiara’s steady tutelage did he manage to perform adequately. But now without her extra lessons, Jimin continues to receive marks and comments that makes his stomach twist and turn. Just the idea of the rest of the year before him leaves his mouth tasting acidicly sour and he feels he’ll break out into a sheen of sweat at any moment.

Jimin watches a bit envious as the Professor effortlessly waves his wand with practiced movements and instantly the glass is falling apart only to form together into one continuous unit. It’s perfect, free of any flaw or blemish and Jimin’s stomach twists a little bit more violently. The bell chimes and Jimin rushes to try and throw his books into his bag as fast as possible. But it’s Prof Shim’s voice that breaks through his movements and instantly Jimin slows in his movements. Although he’s struggling right now, he’s not dumb and he knows what’s coming next. Good news is never going to be delivered to him when asked to stay behind for Charms.

Letting go of his bag, Jimin stands up and feels his mouth quirk up in a soft smile. The last student leaves the room and it’s only after the door safely claspes shut behind him does Jimin respond. “Yes, professor?”

He decides to be frank with him and it’s an easy choice, doesn’t alter the way he relays the message in any way and he finds that even though the news isn’t something most students want to hear, he’s still smiling. Partially, he thinks that it’s a subconscious attempt not to frighten the boy or that his sympathy has willed him into softening the fall; voice calm, leveled and logical despite what he’s translating internally. “I’m worried about you,” Changmin starts with the ghost of a smile twitching into fruition on his lips, pulled thin. “Your grades at the beginning of the year were normal, then great actually, but now I feel as though I’ve watched them fall farther than they first started. I’m worried because I’m fully aware of the stress you all are under and how some curricular habits reflect the emotional state of the learner and--” It’s robotic, he realizes. The way he’s going about this issue like he’s reading the lines straight out of a textbook or as if they were in a manual somewhere on how to appeal towards your students when facing an underlying issue. In all truthfulness, he’s seen this before. In others. In himself, mostly. A boy with sunshine eyes and hopes too big to fit into words. A boy that gives a little bit of himself each time he open his heart.  “Is there something wrong, Jimin?” He moves forward, takes a seat upon one of the desktops at the front, knees overlapping. One neatly laced shoe sways back and forth, an absentminded movement as he leans back onto his palms and holds his weight. “When I was your age, my personal life occasionally got in the way of my education because something was just too overwhelming for me to get over. I couldn’t focus at all in any of my classes and as a result my test scores would drop, my homework would go untouched for days, weeks even.” An inquisitive glance is given, sunlight dripping just enough into the brown of his eyes to make them appear as though they were constructed of springtime amber, simultaneously holding the bones of his past and the vigor of his present behind sparse lashes that still burn golden under the light. “I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have anyone to pull you out of the quicksand. When you’re sinking I will always be here to lift you back onto your feet. I hope you know that.”

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♅ Midnight Minded

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Nikolai huffed as the other pulled away from him, the warmth suddenly gone. But he knew it was for the best; the jacket was itchy on his face anyway. When the other professor laid back down the younger blinked at him in disbelief. “I doubt that…I’m sure you had lots of friends and dates back in your school days. You’re too nice and cool not to!” His fingers itched to reach forward and brush a strand of hair off Changmin’s forehead but that suddenly felt so intimate…

Stopping to think about it, Nikolai slowly nodded agreement. “I suppose you’re right…I mean…I don’t think any of us have a set future. And I’d know.” He chuckled softly, slipping his hands to rest beneath his head before they did something stupid. “I mean I’m…how old am I? I’m however old I am and I’ve never been on a date. So I think….yes the balls aren’t as fun anymore. But I still want to further my relationships with people. Not students exactly…but younger teachers maybe? Ah what am I saying…” He groaned and chuckled softly, eyes closing. “Mm, no easy hex like that for you. You get titillando.” He grinned as his hands shot out, poking and prodding at Changmin’s sides, tickling him even without the curse.

Changmin smiled at the expression that eased its way over, eyes rolling but with a fondness neath their heavy lids. “Cool isn’t the right word,” he says through the inflection of a quiet laugh, the sound hollow and ricocheting behind his teeth. “I had a lot of friends in school, sure, but none of them really knew me very well, or cared to try really. Have you ever heard the phrase ‘quality over quantity?’ I learned that it applies to people the most. That even if I were to bump into my old schoolmates, even the ones I mingled with the most, we wouldn’t have anything beyond those superficial years to connect us.” The edges of his smile wilt, albeit only by a fraction when the reality curls up in his chest like a sleeping beast with prodding claws, gaze distant and glazed over with something inexplicably cold. “I never had a date to the ball and I guess it’s because they just thought I didn’t want one, I don’t know.”  “Anyway,” the older sighs, figure a little misshapen under the muddled glow of the moon that creeps in and spotlights their conversation. The illuminated details make him feel barren, conduct his hand to pull back the covers and scramble behind their shield, warmth and down feathers, the other corner of the duvet tugged from where it was tucked, like a silent invitation to join him. He stills first, mouth forming around the shape of a marble. “Are you saying this isn’t a date?” Mirroring the chuckle, Changmin watches for a reaction, any kind that would trigger an apology from his lips as it readies upon his tongue. Alcohol makes it hard for him to judge, his words sloppy, but he never loses his ability to catch himself after and he’s grateful for it. The tension dissipates when fingers press into his abdomen, eliciting a squawk of some kind that is surprisingly loud compared to the atmosphere they previously established. “I teach--” he bubbles midst wreathing around, “--rictusempra to my second years!” Eventually and by instinct his head falls with a gentle thud upon Nikolai’s shoulder, debating on if he wants to retaliate but still trying to catch his breath enough to do so. 

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The frustration begins as a small bloom. It’s a little harmless at first, just a hitch in the next inhale, a feeling that makes his chest feel just a little bit heavier than usual. It burrows down in his chest and takes root, until it feels like a deep pressure behind his eyes. His movements become a bit more sluggish, unrefined as he struggles with basic spells he should be comfortable with. His eyes threaten to prickle with tears of anger and embarrassment, instead he holds them back, blinking rapidly.

Sitting up, Nikolas tosses his textbook away and grabs his wand. Go for a walk, he rationalizes with the swirling typhoon of thoughts rattling around in his hand. So he stalks through the corridors, his fingers playing endlessly with the familiar weight of the wood in his palm. He pauses outside a familiar doorway and counts his breath for a few moments before rapping his knuckles against the worn wood.

Changmin is preoccupied with mundane chores, daily dusting of his classroom and tidying things that have already been fussed with enough in the span of days the majority of this school has been given for leave. The books were alphabetized, then numerically organized and now he’s pondering on rearranging them by publishing date but a knock at his door pulls back his hand, long digits curling back into his palm, mid-air. “One moment.” There’s the sound of shuffling, chairs and desks screeching abruptly until the door yields a click and he ushers it open. “Ah, Nikolas,how is your break going? Can I help you with something?”  “Please, do come in,” he adds, a bit flustered after a short pause between them, as though he forgot his manners in the wake of being caught off guard by the student. Nevertheless, a welcoming smile curves his lips and one hand gestures vaguely to the classroom behind him, shoulder pressed into the door and weight shifted onto one foot so the other could comfortably pass him by. 

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♅ Midnight Minded

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Nikolai didn’t know what it would take to make the other shut up and cuddle him, but he was seriously considering a charm or two. “Mm? I don’t think you’re fake. I like you.” Nikolai peeked an eye open to look at the other before snorting. “You claim that and yet I’m falling off the edge.” Okay that was a lie, but it gave the drunken professor an excuse to cling onto the other one.

“Mm, we woulda been friends. I probably would have asked you to the Yule Ball. And then you’d smile and kindly turn me down and I’d cry forever. No not really…but probably.” He patted Changmin’s arm and smiled sleepily. “And then we would be friends forever. Now shut up and go to sleep before I hex you.”

The warmth of a voice against his side triggers his lips to part and make way for a collected laugh, a hearty sound that sends tremors through his chest which make him feel simultaneously fragile and monstrous in the stillness of his quarters. “Okay. Okay.” Changmin sits up, slow as though every movement were covered in molasses, tugged out of honey as he unfastens the buttons on his jacket and shrugs it off. Nudging the pile of thick fibers onto the floor, he shifts around, bed groaning quietly under his weight until they’re facing one another. His gaze is harmless, fleeting and gentle behind the frame of his lashes. “I would have gone with you. To the ball, I mean. If we were friends, I would have.” His voice trails off, finishing his sentence but still gathering enough thoughtful silence to punctuate it with uncertainty. “As a teacher, the dances have become significantly less exciting just because half of the thrill comes from kindling or furthering your relationships with peers. Now that we have a set future it’s difficult to say that we desire the same attention, don’t you think? Also, I specifically request entomorphis and to live as a dragonfly for the rest of my life.”

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( / the extended hand sparks the minute second of confusion, believing that his offer would be denied and finding himself surprised when it wasn’t. a flush expanded through his cheeks, bursting pockets of heat in his skin. it would be a lie to say the charms professor wasn’t attractive and even more of one if jihoon chose to say he hadn’t noticed this. the muscles behind his knees tremble, confidence suddenly dwindling as he nods and sets his hand into changmins. ) “yeah.” ( / was such a pathetic response in hindsight, such a blasphemous addition to the romantic rise in the air. the anticipation. the flickering glow of the lighting cast across the stone and the display of stars that cloud the ceiling until everything is dripping like a fanciful dream. it was thick enough to fool jihoon for a moment. his brown hues glance around the great hall, dance over the body’s on the floor and slip back changmin as his sneakers press forward with a quiet determination. his breath was caught timidly in the peak of his lungs and he swallowed down the tension in his throat as he hoped that his dance classes would not fail him now. ) “do you want to lead?” ( / his voice is suddenly softer, falling into the folly that the scene sets up in his mind. his lashes flutter as he glances a the height he reached at the professors chest; knowing from his own experience that any dance became difficult when his partner was more capable of the position than he was. ) “i’m not the best at these types of dances.” ( / he confesses without prompting. )

(/ A smaller hand in his sparks something sure within his eyes but he doesn’t lift them just yet, rather continues to be patient, figures that there is reward in every minute spent waiting and he should know this from experience. It was a bit of a stretch, Changmin believes, for a student to request something such as this and expect the other party to be as receptive as their peers and so when it takes a few moments for the other to finally step forward, he understands, wraps his fingers gently around the subtle peaks of the student’s knuckles, places the hand just above the crook of his opposing arm and hopes the act is not too intimate of a gesture for him to welcome) It would be my pleasure (/ says with all of the grandeur the situations allows, humming through upturned corners of his mouth, tonality languid.) It takes just a bit of practice, as many things do.(/ continues talking, though he’s wondering if it’s the right thing to do when he places his free hand just below Jihoon’s ribs, following etiquette and stepping close. The height difference, though notable before, becomes blatantly apparent then and he tries very hard to stay serious about it, looks down with a glance that brims inquisitive and a small smile) Comfortable?(/only hopes that if the student were not, he’d speak up about it because even something as simple as a dance could change impressions and Changmin suddenly feels vulnerable without a wand in his hand and a chalkboard behind him, nothing left but who he is behind it all)

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♅ Midnight Minded

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Nikolai groaned as they fell into bed, head hitting the mattress and sleep immediately pulling at his mind. “Hn…shuddup…” He mumbled as he clung to Changmin. The alcohol made his head swim and the Sandman tug at his eyelids. Changmin’s words made him huff and bury his face in the pillow, too tired to try and focus on his words. “You’ll have two feet in the grave if you don’t shut up…” He grumbled and prodded at the other’s side.

Somehow kicking off his shoes, he groaned as he got tangled up in his jacket and almost ripped it trying to throw it on the floor. His eyelids fluttered and he sighed, resting contentedly against Changmin’s side.

“Hm…yeah I feel kinda old. But I’m only twenty-six. I’m like…the dad around here. And you’re the grandpa.” He snickered softly, his drunken state making it easy to tease and poke at the other professor. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”

“Three years shouldn’t qualify me as the grandpa if there are seventy year old teachers here too, Lolli. If anything, I’m just the dad everyone makes fun of because I try too hard to make my students like me. Wait. Do you think I try too hard to make people like me? I can’t tell if I’m being fake, this is just the way I am! ” From under the layers of fabric, muscles tense in sync with his exclamation patting the arms closest to his side with a sense of urgency even though he has no intentions of moving. 

“Also the last time I checked, this bed can spaciously fit two adult people,” he says, a bit offhandedly. In the silence of the room,  the outside rustle of winter through the trees just kisses the glass enough to make a notable noise, but only partially audible. “If I went here for my schooling do you think we would have been friends? I would have been in your house and everything.”

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♅ Midnight Minded

The mead hits somewhere between walking up the grand staircase and diving onto his mattress, hiccups jolting him every few seconds and accompanied by soft protesting groans in between. “Do you ever-” tremor, followed by an ugly, irritated sound. Though the alcohol allows him to recover quickly and he starts up again as though nothing had happened.”- think about what it would be like to be a student again?” He rolls over onto his side, all murky eyes and mussed hair with his jacket still fastened tight around his torso because even slight inebriation makes him forget about these trivial things; proper etiquette requiring one to take their jacket off at the door and secondly their shoes, both details he’s carried with him as he struggles to slide underneath his duvet.  “Sometimes when I watch them it’s like I forget how much time has passed for myself, how it’s been ten--” this halt in speech, bubble in his throat, welcomes furrowed brows “--nearly eleven years since I was their age and almost nineteen years since I first started my education at Ilvermorny.” Changmin laughs but the sound weighs heavy, sad sounding upon his tongue.  “I feel so old, Nikolai. It’s like I already have one foot in my grave.” 

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when did you lose your virginity?

There’s no shame in a little fun.

“I was eighteen and it was about a month after I graduated.”