#huf:junhee

[alo-bakingclub-blog]

Umm...! Hello! I'd like to join! [ ; blinks. ] Is there some kind of form I need to fill out?

hello new potential friend

no, we require nothing but the desire to make beautiful cakes and other sweet, delicious items.

i guess you're accepted already, then?

[ravnaeun]

study talks / sne & cjh

Naeun sits quietly in the most secluded area of the library on a Monday night. Her mother emphasizes the need for a proper education and excellence in school as a way to fit in, and that is why she makes nightly trips to the library--though she often "forgets" some--like she was doing that very night. On her table lay stacks organized by subject and how urgently she had to finish them. Her eyes read lines after lines of words illuminated by sunset hues. Her ears barely bother to catch the scrapes of turned pages and books against and the attempts at whispers the other students make. Somewhere behind thoughts of runes and arithmancy, she wonders of her self-proclaimed study buddy, feeling bad that she feels somewhat relieved that the other was not there to distract her.

[choapuff]

❝ cookie time! → junhee + choa

{` it's been a peaceful, somewhat boring day, which was why choa decided to spend her evening in the kitchens. baking has always been one of her favorite pastimes for multiple valid reasons; it's fun, a good way to keep busy and clear her mind, the baked goods always smelled wonderful, and most of all, she loves the reactions from others when they eat what she's made. which is why, as she leaves the kitchens and makes her way back to the hufflepuff common room nearby, she's carrying a large plate of sugar cookies, each one carefully decorated with strawberry icing and yellow sprinkles. shifting the plate to one hand, she raps on the barrels concealing the common room entrance, knocking to the correct tune that reveals the entrance. entering with the plate held out as if presenting it proudly, she glances about to the other students who are sitting around -- some reading or doing homework, some playing games -- and she interrupts the peace and quiet with a cheerful call} Cooookies!

[ravzitao]

❝ thunderstruck — hzt & cjh

His purposeful steps echoed throughout the corridor, the noise bleeding out into separate halls that adjoined to the main. Zitao had his arms folded over his chest, attempting to shield himself from the dropping temperature. Outside, sheets of rain cascaded down from the inky sky, and he had the eerie feeling that the weather would progress into something more ugly. Raindrops sloshed against the windowsills he brushed passed, pattering noisily on the pane. The abundance of drops only contributed to the deafening sound, and it wasn't comforting in the slightest. The other students had scampered away at the first hints of rainfall, and he should've followed their example. Most houses found solace around the fireplace, mandatory to each Common Room, during nasty conditions like these. 

Moisture was seeping through any loose stone, leaving the floor damp. One would think someone would have the decency to charm the entire castle from this, but that evidently wasn't the case. Zitao didn't ponder on cursing out that nonexistent person, though. Instead, he focused on efficiently reaching Ravenclaw tower where he could drown out the stormy noises in the company of his housemates. Of course, nothing but the previously described sounds were heard, but the Ravenclaw was already feeling drearily unsettled. Wind now whipping against surface, the boy picked up his pace.

Then, with just a single clap of roaring thunder, his motive died. Zitao pressed flush against the opposite wall, hands shakily clenching into fists. A blinding light flashed outdoors, and he clamped his eyes shut in response, but his body wouldn't turn away from the window. A weak whimper left his throat against his will, grateful that he was alone (at least to his knowledge). Biting his lip nervously, he worked on inhaling evenly through his nose, inching himself down carefully to sit on the ground, right up against the wall. Really, it was a matter of his muscles failing him than a conscious decision, but he wouldn't admit that. Another attack of vicious thunder, and the boy bit onto his knuckle, not allowing himself to be further a victim of fear.