( @clarabaes )
there was hesitancy in his steps as he made his way towards the slytherin table. most of the people in that house didn't really have any issues with him - for one, he was not a gryffindor so the house animosity wasn't there, and it didn't hurt that he was a pureblood either or that his father was a famous figure. the less reasons for people to hate him, the easier it was for joonki to navigate school without getting into trouble, like some of his housemates and classmates did. still, that knowledge didn't help ease his nerves as he approached the other house's table.
as expected, nobody really minded him, so he kept walking as if he belonged there, clutching the box he was carrying to his chest. joon didn't understand the necessity his mother had to mail him gifts to give to people, but it probably had something to do with the longing she felt for the time when she still was occupied playing mother twenty four hours a day. it was cute and joon didn't really mind it, but it'd save him a lot of embarrassment if she sent the gifts straight to the recipients.
joon came into a halt once he found himself standing in front of the person he was seeking. clearing out his throat to get her attention, he forced a smile into his lips. “ claramae, hi, ” joon was charming, he knew how to be charming - it was something he was taught. “ may i sit here? ”
