#msueve

[msuhazel]

✰ — i’m like tea tea ;

msu:mayhem starter for @msueve !

"why am i not surprised to see you here?” hazel asked as she approached the ginger haired girl in the garden, eyeing her for a moment as she tried to get a read on her. while she and eve weren’t the best of friends, hazel did like her—their shared interest in magical creatures was enough to spark something that resembled a friendship. truthfully, hazel considered eve to be a friend—she just wasn’t entirely sure if eve shared the sentiment. the younger girl was a mystery, and hazel found that she was almost impossible to read.

“would you care if i joined you?” she questioned, tilting her head to the side as she flashed the girl a warm grin. eve was alone, sure, but hazel still felt that it was only polite to ask first. maybe eve needed a moment to herself, or maybe she simply didn’t want hazel around—both were perfectly acceptable, though admittedly hazel would be saddened by the latter. without waiting for a response, hazel quickly added an explanation to her question, hoping to make things feel less awkward. “i mean... you looked kind of lonely over here by yourself, so i just kind of thought i’d... drop by.” unfortunately, this only served to make things feel increasingly awkward.

[msumalia]

round 2

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msueve​

After the excruciatingly awkward ten minutes spent with Levi on the ferris wheel, Malia could not have been more desperate to get as far away from the attraction as possible. But when greeted by Librarian Kim’s smile, as bright as the sun, the young girl simply couldn’t say no when presented the opportunity to give the wheel another go. She felt defeated by her lack of backbone in the situation, but there couldn’t be anyone worse to be paired up with, right? Malia took advantage of the line queue to calm herself down. She did want to make friends, afterall. This was the perfect scenario for her.

She hadn’t paid too much attention to who she’d been sat with for her second go at the “speed date”, too distracted by her mental encouragements. It wasn’t until the carriage was closed did she snap back to reality. “Sorry! Hi, I’m Malia!” She tried to sound as peppy and outgoing as the cheermates she’d met earlier in the week as she stuck out her hand to the other in introduction. 

[msuxelodie]

.1 to 10

"okay. this is the plan." elodie settles cross-legged on the bed next to the other girl. she didn't have friends, it just wasn't something she cared for-- not in the traditional sense. eve was perhaps as close to a 'friend' as she was going to get honestly.

not that she had a problem with it, nor did she think that eve did either.

she drops a notebook between them, along with a few pens. "i have a fun little activity for us. a wonderful, bonding activity." well, fun for them. that was all that really mattered. "an important activity."

it was no secret that elodie didn't care for the freshmen, ever, and she has a predisposition for bullying them, picking at them and getting under their skin. she liked it, it made her feel like she was in control and bigger. "i want to ran the freshman." she says it like she's so proud, like she just solved all the world's problems with a little smile and some gel pens. "from least to most annoying."

genius. she was an absolute genius.

games with @msueve

[msutaejun]

beer gone wrong.

@msueve

taejun would say that he holds his alcohol pretty well. minus accounts of him going overboard with boisterous encouragement from his friends... he's usually able to hold out for a good amount of time before he gets more uncoordinated than he is regularly or blacks out. so, even though he catches onto rumors that the butterbeer at the competition might be spiked, it doesn't stop him from competing.

he's sure - considering that the event is organized by professor moon and approved by headmaster aurora - that even if the beverage was spiked, it wouldn't be by that much. at least that's what taejun believes until he's sitting on the stage where the competition is held and realizes he's starting to feel too good.

his previous thoughts about 'how much' or 'what kind' of alcohol might have been added to the butter beer have completely disappeared as he wears a relaxed smile and cheers loudly with the crowd. he's not even sure what the competition is about anymore... was it who could drink the most?... or was it who could drink the fastest? maybe it was who could drink the most in the shortest amount of time?

either way, taejun's competitive side has definitely been replaced by the side that simply enjoys a good challenge. and a good laugh. and good company. and right now that company is literally everyone in the crowd going wild at the hwaseong student chugging another mug of butter beer at the end of the stage.

taejun realizes he's also shouting loudly before he feels a pair of eyes on him...

the gaze feels intense... like it's purposefully burning into him so he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before turning to the audience. he's scanning slowly to see if he can spot someone staring at him specifically, but it doesn't help that he's slightly more intoxicated than he thought he would be and that he wasn't wearing his glasses (although he never does).

and then he spots her.

eve jung.

the sight of her seems to sober taejun up a lot more than he thought possible. her bright orange flamed hair is easy to pick out and there's no doubt that she's staring at him, because believe it or not, taejun owes her a big favor. a good bottle of polyjuice potion is hard to come around and taejun knows she won't be leaving him alone now after spotting him.

[msumeng]

༶ 🌱 ˟  ━━    normally, xueyu really loves butterbeer. he has a sweet tooth in general, and it shows itself even more in festivities such as these. and without much prodding or persuading, he takes it upon himself to join the butterbeer drinking competition-- it seems like a breeze. or that’s what he had thought... but there’s something weird about the fizzy drink going down his throat. his lips curl into a frown, his head cocking as he licks his lips. he turns his head to the side-- presses his hand to his cheek and feels a little bit of a flush. he spots the herbology club co-president from the corner of his eye, someone he’s hung around quite a bit, sticking to her ( just because it’s comforting ) and also wheedling potions tips out of her sometimes. without much care, he squeezes in between her and the person next to her, making a little spot for himself.

 “eve...” he starts, peering into his half empty mug as his frown deepens. “does something about this taste off to you??” 

━━   ･ﾟ☆ @msueve