#hufpufiris

[profjaebeom-blog]

“Come back here- you’re not leaving without your coat.”

He shouldn't have accepted the offer of finding more beasts to add in Newt's book-- no. But he has always loved adventures and extra credit because extra credit means extra money and who isn’t a sucker for gold? 

So, there he is, pushing the door open. He moves to take a step outside, but the second he does, he hears a voice and turns around. 

“I don’t need a coat” he says, he has dragons to make bonfire on the spot-- who would need such a wardrobe? 

[wonslytherin-blog]

“Stay still, I can’t reach the top of the tree!”

There's a heavy sigh leaving his lips, hands on her knees to make sure she won't fall. She’s not heavy, sitting on his shoulders while she takes the star on her hands. Being tasked to decorate the great hall is a heavy task, but it seems as if it’s tolerable-- just because he has someone with him (even if she’s little prick-- but a good kind of prick). “What’s taking you so long” he whines, before a smile thugs its way through his lips, he sways, teasing her, going to dance and wave. “You like challenges, right?”  

[petherin-blog]

“Do you want to help me make some mulled wine?”

“sure, but i don’t know if i’ll be of much help,” he chuckled, crossing his arms. having anything to do with alcohol always ended in some kind of tragedy for peter–the night of the ball one of those tragedies. he was a master of holding it down, not managing what he did under its influence. “how do you even know how to do that?”

[gryffinley-blog]

❝first dance.❞

@hufpufiris 

( `it was his first time to attend a ball. Not just any ball. THE Yule Ball. Like, magical equivalent of a prom night. But that wasn’t the best part, no. The best part is that he actually had the courage to ask his senior [technically his girlfriend?] to the ball, and she agreed. He runs a hand along his blazer, the outfit chosen by his Thierry hyung, and he oddly didn’t feel warm even with his turtleneck underneath. He looks down at the shorter female that is holding onto his arm, and for the nth time tonight, he felt awestruck at her beauty. She had always been pretty to him, but with the flowers in her hair and the way her dress compliments her petite form, it’s like having a goddess next to him and if this is a dream, he never wants to wake up from it.) Um... ( `he tries when a song starts, a slow song to start off the night, and he scratches his nape with his free hand. He’s had no prior knowledge to dancing aside from the weeks before this day, where he suffered a grueling crash course via his cousin and best friend. He clears his throat and steps up in front of her, bows, and holds out his palm open for her.) 

May I have this dance, princess?

[gryffxadara-blog]

{***}

i just want you and your beautiful soul: not accepting!

“why should i only list three when there are infinite reasons for your beauty?” 

+ “like for example, the way you light up the room just by walking into it. your presence is an unassuming but simply irresistible. people just can’t help but be drawn to you.” 

+ “you have a heart of gold so big, i’m pretty sure that there’s more than enough space for everybody. kindness and sincerity like yours are truly one of a kind.” 

+ “lastly, i think the way you pay attention to even the little things is beautiful. after all, it’s how you found little old me and look where we are now.” 

[frcnhines-blog]

I want the K

I want the k meme! status: not accepting!

8. Eyelid kiss

“Did someone break your heart again, Iris?” 

Veneris arrives at her destination, stopping just at the entrance of the girls’ bathroom, arms crossed as she watches the hufflepuff senior standing by the sinks. A frown tugs at her lips at the really pitiful sight, but she can’t say she hasn’t seen this before. No, in fact, she’s seen this more than a handful of times. She wants to say ‘I told you so.’, and ‘You should’ve listened.’, but she keeps it down and locked away as she approaches the only other occupant in the room. She watches the older girl continue to sob, and it temporarily irks her that ‘why can’t they listen to her?’ when she tells them to. Veneris has told her countless times not to date these kinds of boys, but it seems the people she cares about are just as stubborn as her. 

Reaching over, she cups Iris’ face in her hands, thumbs wiping away the tears that streaks down her cheeks, her lips tugging lower, “What have I told you before, Iris?” she sighs, feels like a mother comforting her child on why she can’t be friends with everyone, “Stop crying now,” she attempts, continues to wipe away the tears still being shed. She steps closer, leans in, and kisses the hufflepuff girl’s eyelids, and mutters the words only the other could hear, 

“do not let them see your tears. They aren’t worth your tears if they don’t love you when you smile.”

[hoonpuff-blog]

hufpufiris replied to your post: ( / twists bats around at his wrist, huffing...

you did well!!

"i should have got sehun with that bludger. we would have won.” 

[slymark-blog]

magnolia

@hufpufiris

Mark slipped into the library wincing as it slammed shut behind him rather loudly. He smiled rather ruefully at the head librarian from her place behind the massive wooden desk. She let out a loud scoff before turning back to her book. With a wave of her wand, the page slowly turned itself and Mark ducked his head to hide his grin. Waving at a familiar face or two, he slipped down the large expanse of stacks looking for his latest victim.

Unfortunately he had to move slowly for hidden beneath his cloak was a wrapped parchment package that his owl, Orion, had delivered only just this morning during breakfast. He knew what lay inside but had refused to even tear a corner of the package until the time was right. Mark’s eyes swept up and down the stacks looking for his victim, his eyes caught a cloak bearing the hufflepuff insignia but the wearer was unfamiliar to him. He nodded at them and moved on. Turning the corner he almost let out a loud laugh, there she was. Plopping down across from Iris at the rather large table, he moved aside a large stack of books, leaning close to whisper to her. “Hey, whatcha doing?”