sunhwa moon, mother, ministry of magic official.
sungcheol moon, father, prosecutor on the magical law council.
minseok moon, eldest child, aurelius sixth year for magical artifacts.
minji moon, second child, aurelius fourth year for potionmaking.
lilian osorio-moon, adopted child, aurelius sixth year for teaching.
youngest child, tba, wanted connection here!
“tell me why i just heard two first years giggling about you carrying their books to class on my way here?” gabrielle’s hands pushed back against him with a warning look, cornering him between her and the bookshelf. “how many times do i have to tell you to stop being nice to the first years? they’re young and impressionable, or did you already forget your little shadow from last year who by the way i’m pretty sure wore a lock of your hair around her neck.”
“oh they looked heavy? of course.” she mocked his words, smacking a book against his arm once, then twice. “i don’t care if they were lugging stones around by their teeth. you need to have a little more self control.” she chides like a mother would a child, no longer having the patience to put up with the line of doe eyed girls that approached her with hopes of getting a good word. it triggered flashbacks to a previous relationship and repeating that was the last thing she wanted. “it could’ve been anyone. last year I had someone offer to buy me the whole trolly on the train if I got a pair of your knickers to them, fully worn.” a shiver passes through her at the thought, but she quickly shakes it off. “but fine, keep it up and next time i’ll tell them exactly where to find you alone in the prefect’s bath and let you deal with it.”
SETTING : quidditch stands, late at night. week following pansy’s party.
⸻ gregory & delilah ( @vneficus )
there’s a chill in the air that has greg bundled in his coat, liquor doing it’s best to warm him from the inside. he’s not sure what time it is - late enough that the castle is asleep, the quidditch pitch is deserted, and the moon has been mocking him for hours. still, he waits up high in the stands, taking another swig from his flask. it’s been one hell of a day. he’s got a bruised eye from a rogue bludger during practice, argued with a professor over some assignment, and couldn’t ignore the werewolf rumors floating in the corridors. greg didn’t want to go back to his dorms, where he knew what was likely waiting a bed over - and so he found himself in another similar routine. ❝ you came, ❞ he says, as if he hadn’t sent the text just a few minutes ago. he offers a flask to delilah as she walks up the stands. he hasn’t really seen her since the party, at least not like this - and he finds himself looking her up and down for any signs of what occurred in the lake. ❝ want some?❞
it’s more than a habit by now, the way in which her body moves when beckoned. gliding through the shadows, like a ghost in the night, bundled up in a borrowed sweater. it’s a borderline addiction, stolen moments the night, touches sworn to secrecy where the only witness is the moon. she spots him atop the stands, the familiar figure that fills her with warmth for the first time since the night at the lake. it runs through her, fire in her veins so hot that she no longer notices the way the wind nips at rosy cheeks and by the time she reaches the top she can’t tell if her breathing hitches from the height or from the sight of him. “i did.” a defeated sigh leaves her lips, did he think she wouldn’t? the question is always ready but never spoken. three more steps and she’s standing in front of him, pulling on the sleeves of her sweater to keep her fingers from reaching out to brush against the purple and blue of his eye. “that’s new, you didn’t have it this morning.” she points to his eye and accepts his drink, liquid courage as the taste hits her tongue. “does it hurt?”
Neville looks up from the table." Okay before you say anything." He starts defending himself smiling slightly. " Yes I did lose trevor again and no he is not under this desk thank you for your concern. Have you seen him by the way? I came to the library yesterday night to study and that's the last time I saw him."
an exasperated sigh leaves her lips as she closes the book in front of her to meet his eyes, accepting defeat as she knows her study hour has officially been cut short. “you know, neville…” she begins, pushing her book out of the way as she straightens her back to cross her arms together on the desk, leaning forwards towards the gryffindor. “maybe this is a good thing. maybe now you could bid goodbye to…trevor, and think about getting something else. something a bit more practical, something that’s not as—slimey.”
closed, for gabrielle delacour. location, hogsmeade village.
it's a happy coincidence spotting gabrielle in hogsmeade after his trek through the trail from aurelius to the village. all zach can do now is hope that in her presence, the real reason he's there doesn't completely dissipate in the face of such a distraction in the form of a beautiful girl. "miss delacour," he approaches her without hesitation, surely to her dismay, a smile curling at his lips. "fancy making a trip to madam puddifoot's tea shop with me?" @vneficus
visits to hogsmeade always put her in the best moods and not just because the witch has found a quaint perfumery that creates some of the best scents she’s had the pleasure of smelling. “mr. smith jeong, fancy seeing you here indeed.” she stops in her tracks and looks up at him as if she’s expecting something quick, a favor or something similar. her eyes drop and she glances around and down at the bag in her hand, her day is cleared for the day and she’s got no pressing matters to attend to. “only if you’re offering to share your pastries with me. you know i’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth.”
the sight of his twin sister is bittersweet, a knot of worry he hadn’t even known had been there eased at the sight of her, while her ( frankly, expected ) hostility still stings, as always. he makes no protest as she grabs his drink from him, giving a shrug as he accepts the loss and moves on, especially since he likely would’ve offered it to her either way. “ and what, miss the festivities? when have you ever known me to miss a party? ” he gives her a teasing grin to try to diffuse some of the tension. it’s been years since he’d consider them close, and her bitterness cuts him to the core, but he’s too exhausted from the pain and dealing with all of the changes he’s experienced in the aftermath of the attacks to attempt to bridge the gap tonight. “ yeah, well, that’s a given most days, i’d think. especially now, ” he huffs a wry laugh and gives a shrug, before he’s glancing around, her bitter quip actually posing a decent question and leaving anthony himself wondering. “ he’s around here somewhere. i was a bit too preoccupied with exploding snap earlier to see where he’s gone. probably off swimming in the black lake or summat. or commandeering some more little dragons. ”
party or no party, she wanted to lecture him on how irresponsible of him it was to leave the infirmary so quickly. she wanted to point out that drinking firewhisky was a horrible idea when it came to his recovery, but she drowned out her words and swallowed them back along with a drink of her own. she’ll never give him the satisfaction of knowing she worried. “there’s always a first time for everything, today could’ve been your first,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders. she brushes his hand from the armrest of his chair and sits herself back against it, perched up with his shoulder as a makeshift arm rest for her frame. “tsk. tsk. tsk.” she clicks her tongue together with a disapproving shake of her head as she spots zach, model dragons cupped in his hands halfway across the party. “i hope he isn’t looking into a future of healing, these are definitely points deducted.” delilah laughs and hands over her cup to her brother, offering him a drink despite knowing better, “if he’s ever in a wheelchair you should ditch him in the owlery, see how he fares making his way down on his own.”
closed, for lavender. location, gryffindor common room.
"y'know, i'm glad you weren't snatched up by those selkies like 'mione," george greets as he strolls up next to lavender, close enough to nudge him with his arm against her shoulder as he shoots a grin down at her, "i would've gotten hurt much worse than this had it been you down there." @vneficus
lost in her own thoughts, she hadn’t heard the footsteps walking up behind her until he spoke, startling her enough to send her heart racing. “merlin george! announce yourself.” a laugh follows her shock as she places a hand over her chest to steady the erratic beating of her heart. “is that so? you should’ve fought through grindylows, a giant squid, and countless other things just to save me from the mermaids? my very own hero.” she looks up at him as the pair quickly fall into step just as they have for weeks now. “glad to know not all weasley men are arseholes.”
gabrielle’s words only have harry’s grin widening, his attention shifting to her as he watches her move closer and bridge the distance between them. “ it does feel like that a bit, dunnit? ” he muses as he tilts his head, regarding the model dragon for a moment before turning back to gabrielle. “ can’t help but be enamored with the little buggers. loathe as i am to admit it, pansy did a good job. ” he pauses for a second before leaning closer and lowering his voice, “ don’t tell anyone i said it, though. my reputation and all. ” he punctuates the joke with a wink and a tap of his nose, a slow smirk spreading over his lips. “ merlin, i can only imagine what the real ones are like. don’t worry, though, if we ever run into dragons, i’ll be sure to catch you if your knees give out. gryffindor bravery and all, ” he puffs his chest out a bit, watching with amusement as she approaches the tiny dragon hesitantly, mirth shining in his eyes as his smile turns more playful. “ i think we can certainly agree on that. ” his entire expression sours at the implication that he feels anything for draco other than annoyance and loathing, let alone that he’s here to celebrate him. “ i’m certainly not here on that prat’s account, i assure you, ” he begins in his own defense, before he’s stopped short as his dragon shoots fire in his direction, startling a yelp from him and leaving him patting at his jaw with his free hand where he still feels the sting. “ bloody hell! what in merlin’s bollocks did it do that for? ”
her breath hitches in her throat, a feigned gasp at his praise for pansy, though she agrees she never expected to hear it from the gryffindor standing before her. “oh yeah? and what’s my silence worth to you?” her voice just as soft, barely above a whisper as if they are about to exchange a secret. “you don’t expect me to just blindly accept your request without getting something back in return, do you?” this is the most the pair have spoken since their encounter during their first day back and even though it’s been months, she still can’t seem to steady the beat in her chest when he gets closer to her. “you’d be my hero.” a faint blush creeps up to her cheeks and she silently thanks the darkness around them, praying to merlin it’s dark enough for the tint to go unnoticed. she’s mid step away in an attempt to put some space between the pair when the dragon lives up to it’s name, it happens so quick that she doesn’t have time to hesitate. with wide eyes she closes what little distance was between them, plucking the dragon from his hand and dropping it back into it’s velvet bag. “you forget they have the same temperament that real dragons do,” she begins to say, fingers reaching up to his jaw where a red mark is slowly starting to form. “does it hurt much? we should get some ice, or go see madam pomfrey?” her words come quickly, unable to hide the worry in her tone.
setting, black lake party, near the bonfire. open, to anyone in aurelius ! ♡
anthony’s eyes scan the faces around him as he looks around the party, trying to find someone to either converse with, or flirt with -— whichever situation happened to present itself first. he’d lost track of time during a rather competitive game of exploding snap, and somehow during the game all of his companions had seemed to find themselves otherwise occupied, and while he’s sure they’d warned him of where they’d gone when they left, anthony had been far too engrossed in the game to take any note of it. trying to wrack his alcohol-muddled brain leads to no helpful hints, and he takes a sip from the half full glass in his hand as he scopes out his surroundings. he frowns as he looks down at his makeshift magical wheelchair, thankful that the pain potions he’s been taking have helped with the pain still lingering from the attacks, but he’s irritated that he’s stuck with limited mobility for the time being. he’s attempting to turn his chair around when he accidentally bumps it into someone, his eyes widening when he whips his head over to look at them, earning a hiss of pain from the suddenness of it. “ shit, i’m so sorry, i’m still getting used to this thing. thank merlin it’s only temporary, eh? ” he jokes through the pain, radiating throughout his neck and side from the movement, before taking a deep breath. “ are you alright? ”
when news of the attacks broke through aurelius a wave of panic had settled deep in her bones. she’d gone the entire first week with a lump in her throat so big that she’d felt as if she’d been holding her breath through it all. relief finally came when she’d spotted him again in the hall, though maybe it would’ve come sooner had she made an effort to see him while in the infirmary but that would mean having to swallow their previous encounter which hadn’t been pleasant. it didn’t matter that she could no longer remember what it’d been about. she’d told herself she wouldn’t have cared either way, but that didn’t stop her from keeping a subtle watch over him from the moment she’d heard his name whispered at the party. the drink in her hand went tumbling, it’s contents missing her shoes by luck. “ if you don’t know how to drive that think yet then maybe you should’ve stayed inside. ” she mumbled, reaching over to his drink as payment for hers. “ i’m doing better than you, that’s for sure -— where’s your puff? shouldn’t he be dressed up as a healer wheeling you around everywhere? bit neglectful on his part to leave you, it’ll be on him if you run someone over with that thing. ”
setting, black lake party, near the drinks table. open, to anyone in aurelius ! ♡
harry had debated with himself on whether to even attend tonight’s festivities, knowing who the party was dedicated to and the fact that the prat would definitely be there, but harry just couldn’t resist a party ( and an opportunity to piss malfoy off. ) not that alphie would’ve let him skip it anyways, but still. he’s loathe to admit that it’s actually been pretty fun so far, the little dragons a fantastic party gift, and giving harry plenty of entertainment thus far. he’s currently attempting to toss a little piece of prosciutto into his little dragon’s mouth, cheering when the creature dives through the air to catch it, a breathless grin still spread across his face when he notices someone near him watching the display. “ y'know, these little lads almost make me wish i’d gone into dragonology instead of auror training, ” he sighs as he takes the dragon into his palm, inspecting it as it chews on the snack he gave to it, before shaking his head fondly as it begins to look up at him expectantly.
the party favors had been a cute touch. dragons were a thing that fascinated anyone, even those hard to please seemed to be enthralled by the tiny model dragons resting in the palms of their hands. gabrielle made a mental note to praise pansy’s for her party planning whenever she saw her next. the blonde had yet to pick hers up, too entertained by everyone else’s models to worry about grabbing one for herself, but she’d get to it before the end of the night. she watched as the male across her toys with his, playing catch as if it were some household pet in the palm of his hand. “you’re like a kid on christmas morning with that thing,” she called out to him as she closed the distance between them, her heart dropping into the pit of her stomach at his boyish grin. “i had the same thought during my first couple of years, then fleur became friends with a dragon trainer and got to see one relatively close, i thought my knees would give out.” she holds a fingers out, slowly inching closer to his wing as if she’s afraid it’ll burn her if she startles it. “but they’re definitely much cuter when they’re this size,” she smiles as she feels the tip of his wing and pulls back just as quick. “i never thought i’d see you at a party to celebrate draco, is this an enemy to lovers right before my very eyes?”
status: open
where: the black lake, parkinson's party
truth to be told, roman wasn't taking the other person seriously nor was he particularly listening to their angry rant; they did seem upset at him, though. the lestrange did tend to have that effect on people and sometimes it brought him great pleasure. " did you know -- " he began, now keeping eye contact and paying attention, suddenly switching from distracted and nonchalant to suave. " your eyes look even prettier when you're angry. "
the best way to distract lavender had always been with compliments, she had a one track mind when it came to praise, but she didn’t know if roman had been aware of if he was just taking a shot in the dark in an attempt to say her. brown eyes narrowed in his direction and an exasperated sigh passed through full lips. “ roman, did you even pay attention to a thing i just said? ” she asked, still with a slight edge in her voice.
the first few years of delilah’s life were what she considered to be nothing but bliss. she had what she thought was the perfect family. she had a kind father and a mother that showered her with love and a built-in best friend in her twin brother, even if they looked nothing alike. but they say nothing good lasts forever and it proved to be true in their case. delilah can still remember the first time she heard her parents fighting, the silence had stretched on between the pair until it finally erupted across the dinner table. delilah cried herself to sleep that night, hidden underneath the covers while her brother tried to offer comfort through his own shock. as their parent’s marriage began to crack, so did her relationship with her brother. no longer could she find the right words to say, no way to express what she was feeling and it felt that the older they got, the more they drifted. the perfect family that she had once loved so much slowly fell apart right before her eyes and no matter how hard she tried she was unable to keep them from shattering. the picture perfect family no more.
tidbits
delilah has a hard time containing her emotions, she’s quick tempered and can’t help herself from crying when she gets frustrated. if u point out she might just hex you
like her brother, the girl loves chaos. rules were never a strong suit of hers and when someone tells her no, it only makes her want to do it more. she’s no stranger to trouble, some might say it even follows
as a result of her childhood, lilah is very guarded. she doesn’t like to let people in. love is just another four letter word that holds no meaning. any time a relationship starts to feel like it’s too serious, she’ll self sabotage
lilah has changed her specialty three times now, she has a hard time committing
i’ll add more later but its late. so love me anyways and plot w me
WAND: aspen with a dragon core 13 ¼" in length reasonably supple flexibility
PATRONUS: black and white cat
BLOOD STATUS: pureblood
SPECIALISING: healing
EXTRACURRICULARS: herbology, astronomy, care of magical creatures
HOUSE: gryffindor
PLACE OF BIRTH: london, england
HEIGHT: 5′8″
HAIR: brown
about
lavender comes from a family of pureblood wizards. nigel and dorothea met in muggle london, taking shelter from the rain in a small cafe one summer afternoon. it was love at first sight and they married shortly after meeting and not long after they announced they were expecting.
childhood was all warmth; safe and comforting in a way that filled lavender with nothing but joy. it wasn’t filled with opulence or glitz and glam, but she wanted for little and they did their best to shower her with what she asked for.
lavender wears her heart on her sleeve, she believes in love and wishes to have that fairytale romance as her parents both did. she falls in and out of love often, though she tends to hold grudges if they end on a bad note.
she’s an outspoken girl, she speaks her mind and doesn’t fully think about what she’s saying until it’s too late. later she’ll justify her impulsivity by telling herself it’s better to speak up than to hold your tongue.
she’s a soft girl, no matter how many times it ends up hurting her. she can’t help but love love
although she tries not to let it show, lav can be a very jealous girl, she’ll take herself into a frenzy and as a result she might be a little on the mean side from time to time but it’s never from a place of malice but rather insecurity
she can be a bit on the dramatic side, maybe if healing doesn’t work out she can look into theater
ok im gonna keep it short and sweet for now. if you want plots pls let me know!!! im begging u plot with me.
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