(/letting himself into the ravenclaw tower is a piece of cake for taemin and always has been. he's as used to the riddles that seal the entrance as the students of the house themselves and the paintings that flank the stairwell even greet him with a sunny cheer as he passes by. it's in the ravenclaw common room that taemin finds himself today, his tired and sore frame all but collapsing onto the sofa beside the body that he knows without fail is his best friend without even looking.) Hi, Jongin.
{--* he doesn't even bat an eyelid as the space beside him is filled by a familiar presence; it's a natural thing for Jongin to experience, and he doesn't even need to look up from his book to know completely who the person practically melting into his side is. He finishes the sentence he's on in a short moment of silence -- muggle history sure is interesting -- and then turns his head to look at the other, the smallest hint of a frown nudging his brows downwards as his eyes flick over the other's face, book snapping closed to focus his attention on the Hufflepuff} ...What's wrong? What happened?
