✦ . ˚ &. — @minminjunx . ˟
sitting in the middle of her dorm room, sangmi finds herself surrounded by a strange combination of items — various crystals, books, and candles, as well as the not so expected, stationery materials, litter her floor as she works diligently on her spellbook. and, with concentration painting itself across that of delicate features, perhaps the witch was trying to bring back something of her past. attempting to recreate something she had lost about three years ago. yet, at that very moment, it was not recollections which filled the girl’s mind. instead, it was the task at hand which held her undivided attention. lips pursed, as she looked to the disarray which encircled her , eyes scanning the ground for something specific before her gaze seemed to lighten up.
❝ minjun ? ❞ she calls out to her familiar, turning in their direction as a faint smile illuminates her visage. ❝ would you mind passing me the washi tape ? ❞ she points to the pink and gold , patterned roll.