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“That’s the cutest snow angel I’ve ever seen.”
“I KNOW!!” she raises her voice, almost a little too excited. peyton’s fingers are ice cold, cheeks ruddy and tip of her nose red. but little of that matters as she stands proud before the imprint of her “angel”, shaking snow off her fingertips after having personally drawn on its face herself.
“do you think it’ll freak out the first years?”
“I burnt my hand trying to roast chestnuts.”
Flying from above : accepting!
Eric’s eyes widens and he quickly grabs onto the other hands gently, ❝ Are you okay-- Wait that was a dumb question to ask you. ❞ He fumbles a bit, examining her hand carefully, ❝ Does it hurt a lot? Should we go see the nurse? ❞
‘ silver linings. ——
more like red and gold, thanks to you, sejeong.
a mess. he fucked up. and it’s not even like he really, truly fucked up by missing his train home, it’s just that — his mom wouldn’t be mad if he sent an owl back home, right? maybe he could talk to the headmistress about using her floo? ah, as long as he doesn’t miss christmas, he should be fine. still, to say the least, this entire situation was undoubtedly an inconvenience for the ravenclaw boy.
wonwoo leans back into a wooden chair, sitting as soon as he steps through the common room’s entrance. his head is tossed back, gaze directed blankly up towards the ceiling. he lets out a drawn-out sigh, closing his eyes as the warm breath blows past his parted lips. if he was paying more attention, and not caught up in the series of possible ways he could try to amend his little issue, he might’ve been able to notice that he wasn’t alone...
↺ ☀ après moi le déluge ❞ sj
⌛ fifth year hogwarts | @gryffjeong
⟶ ☀ it is a beautiful summer’s day in his opinion, perfect for a dip in the black lake.
a bubble head charm sits upon his head to aid him with his breathing, his wand tight inside his left hand as he dives deep, as deep as his chest and his lungs allow him to. the aquatic life in the enchanted lake isn’t too different from what he has seen in muggle britain, save for the giant squid he has become friends with, the dangerous grindylows, and the merfolk of the depths.
still, he is enchanted. if he were to be given a choice for his future, he would’ve chosen to become a magizoologist, one that focused on the magical beasts of the deep, all without batting an eyelash. he’s brought it up to his parents once, back when he was young and all too unknowing of the hefty responsibility affixed to his name, but his mother laughed it off like it was nothing but a child’s delirious day dream. the jung family genius never spoke of it again.
if only, he mutters as he swims upwards, the sun’s soft rays looking like the sharpest columns of light when filtered through the lake’s watery surface. if only it were possible.
he breaks through the surface looking no less majestic than he does on land, clothed with nothing but a thin sheet of water, green-lined black jammers covering the entirety of his legs. veovis swims until he can wade to shore, almost missing the presence of a girl seemingly standing near upon where he placed his things. ever diplomatic, he offers her an acknowledging nod as he tries to look more modest, hastily throwing the dark green towel around his shoulders while lithe fingers rake through his wet locks to keep their dripping ends away from his face.
“hello,” he greets, his smile simple and civil. “are you here for a swim too?”
"I think I'm coming down with something."
They’re hardly acquaintances, maybe a little bit more. For all of those assignments to feed the Hippogriff, they’ve gone close and comfortable. So, it isn’t a surprise to have a surge of sincerity and concern gracing on Jaewon’s features the second he hears a phrase from her. He lifts his hand on her forehead. “You’re heating up” he says. “The infirmary isn’t too far away, you should come with me” he instructs.
“That snowball went right in my ear.”
“good. serves you right for throwin’ it at my arse.” peter chuckled, arms spread wide for a taunting shrug.
❣
MUSIC SHEET. gauge
STATUS. accepting!!
✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sexual Attraction✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ | Squishing✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Sensual Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ | Aesthetic Attraction
◖ with @gryffjeong ◗
《 • bree has serious doubts a few years back she would have acted the same--even being here seemed surreal to her eleven-year-old self, the girl whose voiced out word count didn’t even make the thousand. yet, nearly six years later, here she is: actually smiling, a glass of punch between dainty fingers and actually beginning conversations with semi-stranger.
this semi-stranger in question pops out immediately. gold is not a color one can wear lightly, and the little gryffindor makes it seem as she was born to sport it. sejeong, as if she can tell correctly, is having a busy night, with as much as a yule ball queen nomination, and the slytherin doesn’t allow her opportunity to go missing when it rises.
so she puts her glass down and approaches the other female, biting her lip softly to refrain from smiling. cute things have always been something she shouldn’t be weak towards--but alcohol is the biggest magic object in this castle, is it not? 》
are you going to dance with me?
