#* thread —

[msuselene]

* to be young,

@msumalia

what the heck—is the room spinning?

she laughs at the thought that pierces through her brain. the very one that does not seem to be functioning that well at the moment. it took a few seconds of staring at a singular point with extreme focus when she realises that it was all in her head. perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol. who is she kidding? it was definitely the effects of whatever darned thing was handed off to her as soon as she entered this party. it was turning her senses into mush. this could not possibly be the same brain that deals with biological concepts on the daily. the capacity for both stupidity and intelligence is just unfathomable. 

it seems she is tethering on the end of foolishness at that moment when she whirls around a little too quickly and lost her balance. reaching out to the person closest to her, she grabs on tightly. “malia, i’m so sorry.” she says through a laugh. releasing her hold on the younger girl as she manages to keep herself upright. “this is so stupid i don’t think i’m ever drinking again after this!” she says, all while clutching the glass that was almost empty and managed not to spill when she went off-kilter.

she was about to say something else but all thoughts flew out of the window the moment she hears the next song. “oh, i love this song!” she says perhaps a little exuberantly. “come dance with me! i know you’re a great dancer.” she smiles.

[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]

* 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.