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[epdaniel-blog1]

night watch.

(  starter && @epeiden ) ; ❝  ITS NOT A CRIME IF YOU DON’T GET CAUGHT ❞

hogwarts was surprisingly chilly during the night, the stones of the castle turning the floor practically ice cold and stinging the bare feet of a boy too foolish to bring shoes. he had enough sense to slip on his robes over his pajamas before making his exit - silently leaving the gryffindor tower on the tips of his toes and hushed movements.

nerves laced every moment, excitement coursing through his limbs for this was his first time out past curfew ( this semester ). the student follows the familiar path to the hufflepuff common room - his many trips to see his little sister making him an expert in navigating his way. he never really had a reason for visiting hufflepuff other than seeing daisy ( whom he hoped was in bed at this hour ) until tonight.

but by the time he reaches the entrance hall, he has half the mind to just turn back. he knew this little scheme of his was silly, childish even ( a fact he admitted very reluctantly ). what if gryffindor’s points suffered because of his lack of self control for a cute face? 

gnawing on his lip, daniel pushes on - ignoring his second thoughts as he moves to continue on his way only to be stopped by another body. “oh,” how had he not even noticed the arrival of another student? cursing, he turns to meet the prefect who is no doubt going to have his head only to come face to face with just who he was hoping to see.

aye, not a failure. daniel resists the urge to grin at his success, feigning a look of innocence as he shifts from one bare foot to another. “oh hey, eiden right?” he spoke, completely ignoring the fact that he definitely knew the other’s name. “lovely night, don’t you think?”

[epxava-blog]

mission initiation

☀ a starter for @epeiden​

long weeks of waiting are finally over. 

ava practically flies out of the astronomy tower as soon as the afternoon bell resounds throughout the castle. with the last of the day’s subjects now behind her, she finally has time to delve into the package that has been sitting in her book bag still wrapped in the brown paper she received it in this morning. she maneuvers her way through the throngs of students milling about wanting nothing more than to just reach her favorite reading spot once and for all. 

her plans are soon foiled when she realizes that someone is already seated beneath the shade of the biggest maple tree in the courtyard. disappointed but not to be deterred, she plops down on the grass a few feet away from the seemingly napping form of the stranger - he isn’t exactly a thief yet she still somehow childishly feels like he has stolen something from her. 

it isn’t the same as leaning against the sturdy trunk of the tree but ava decides that this will have to do for now. wasting no time, she carefully brings out the package and takes out the fresh copy of the limited edition “Captain America: Living Legend” regarding it with utmost care and veneration before burying her nose between its pages soon after. 

[eprachelle-blog]

refills.

↣ 🐍  (  starter && @epeiden  ) ; ❝ C IS FOR COOKIE & COOKIE IS FOR ME ❞

the clacking of her shoes accompany the murmurs of hufflepuff boys, the young girl feeling the eyes on her with much annoyance. this wasn’t an abnormal thing, in fact rachelle found herself in this situation numerous times before. she originally assumed they liked to stare because they had nothing better to do ( although she’s sure some of them could be studying, judging from some observations ) but eventually came to kind they found her friendship with eiden interesting. 

it was a rather unexpected relationship - the boy did posses a few characteristics she often found annoying but for some reason with him, it wasn’t. an overwhelming sense of protecting this child’s innocence clouded over any negativity and rachelle wasn’t ashamed to say she had practically latched onto him. even though he was older, she often found herself looking after him and sometimes she got cookies in return. definitely a plus.

“excuse me,” sliding past a few boys, rachelle makes her entrance into the hufflepuff common room. immediately she approaches a table and claims a chair, crossing her legs and adjusting her robes before leaning onto the table with her elbows propped up, chin in the palm of her hands. today was one of the days she had arranged with the other in order to get another batch of those cookies - a treat she normally would shy from but since it was eiden, how could she resist? 

so rachelle sat in her chair, judging all the rambunctious boys with a blank face - tapping her fingers on the wood as she waited for her friend. 

[ephongbin-blog]

there’s a first time for everything*

@epeiden

hongbin, for all his talents, has never once tried his hand at baking. it’s not necessarily for any reason other than that he simply hasn’t had cause to, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t also intimidate him a bit. just... just a little bit. he’s seen enough muggle cooking shows to know that it’s probably not his cup of tea. (which, by the way, he can make. hongbin is fairly talented at knowing just the right amount of time to brew his teas, thank you very much.)

however, eiden likes baking. seeing as how hongbin has dragged eiden into modeling for photos before, it only seems fair to return the favor and insert himself into an activity that eiden enjoys as well. that’s what bros are for. or at least, as far as hongbin is concerned. 

today is one of those leisurely days, where classes have breezed by and night has fallen with that crisp kind of serenity that comes with an impending fall season- and hongbin is feeling fantastic. his mood is as airy as the cookies he’s hoping to create tonight, and under eiden’s guidance he’s certain it will be possible. 

he’s meeting eiden at the hufflepuff dorms, because the likelihood of getting kicked out there are slim to none, even if hongbin manages to bring disaster upon their baking endeavor via fire or some other ghastly element that doesn’t belong as a cookie topping. in the ravenclaw dorms however... it might be a bit hard to swing without getting his ass handed to him via a nasty verbal lashing or two. 

thankfully, it didn’t take too long of him yelling eiden’s name at the top of his lungs for him to be allowed into the dorm- no vocal cord damage; small blessings- and their cooking adventure is off to a promising start. 

thus far, he’s managed to successfully contain the smatterings of flour to one (1) cheek, and the cuff of his shirt. all things considered, it’s a pretty low casualty count. hongbin is entirely pleased with himself. 

“so.... now that the flour is laid out.. what do we do?” he queries, a wide smile on his lips. 

this shouldn’t be too bad, right?

[epjoohyuk-blog]

squid & company ; ft. eiden

contrary to popular belief, joohyuk does manage to find some time here and then for himself. it’s not really difficult to believe that he could crave for silence , after hanging around people’s heads for so long. and there was definitely nothing calmer than the black lake, listening to the gentle breeze and the sound of the black squid lazily moving around the lake.

so-- it’s a pleasant surprise for him to spot a familiar place in his favourite resting spot, and he feels a smile form on his lips as he recognizes the student. with barely any hesitation, joohyuk takes the spot beside eiden, settling down on the soft grass. “fancy seeing you here,” he says, in lieu of a proper greeting. he takes the time to observe eiden, not even bothering to cover up his fondness. “how was your summer without me?” he asks, “did you wither without my lovely presence, maybe? mope around your place out of misery?” 

@epeiden