#ravbelle

[gryffjay-blog]

man down.

(  starter && @ravbelle  ) ; ❝ UM YOU GOOD BITCH? ❞ 

still basking in the element of self pity, jayden had set out in search of something to better occupy his time. plotting revenge and annoying gigi was getting him nowhere sadly - he needed to do something productive. studying was definitely out of the question so he sat down and had a long thought about what was missing from his bitter life. a headache and a few manly tears of frustration later and he still had nothing - he supposed he could settle for learning quidditch. 

clearly not a wise choice. groaning as a bludger smashed against his stomach, his face smacked against the ground with a sickening crunch while a louder, more pained groan followed. in that moment, jayden suddenly reconsidered any bad thing he had ever said about studying. studying doesn’t give you a bloody nose and an aching ribcage. “oh my god,” he mumbled to himself, rolling over onto his side and away from the girl he had asked to teach him - clutching his stomach with his eyes clenched shut. “fuck - i think i’m dying.”

[jongdaepuff]

even the stars, they burn

he never quite understood why it was a good idea for some people to turn their common room into a slumber party kind of mess that’s waiting to happen; never liked how his usual spot next to the window was taken by a fifth year with her legs tucked and shoes ruining the chair’s leather. jongdae just couldn’t stand it. solitude was a privilege after all, he reminds himself and he shuts the door a little too harshly so as to make a point.

what should he do then? he lays in bed, only to find himself tossing and turning and then giving up because sleep just won’t come his way. there was nothing else to do; the skies were clear tonight and jongdae decided to revisit a place he’s missed for a while. jongdae takes his oversized scarf and a new pack of cigarettes he’s recently bought from a common friend.

it wasn’t too far, not when he’s discovered a shorter path after sneaking behind the authorities several weeks back. so when he successfully dodged from any suspicious person walking by, jongdae was greeted by a tapestry of infinite stars he once memorized in 4th year. beautiful wasn’t even a word to describe it. jongdae celebrates – he opens the pack, a stick between his lips, and lights it with his wand.

but something was off – jongdae retreats when he finds a shadow of someone and for a moment his heart skipped a beat because, who the fuck could that be at this hour?

“oh,” he recognizes her from astronomy class. “it’s you.” the tension stops when he finally recognized her, except he didn’t quite remember her name. solitude is, again, a privilege. he’s reminded of that but this time it didn’t quite irritate him as much. he takes a drag from his stick, unafraid, and puffs thin smoke. “what are you doing here?” 

@ravbelle​

[slybrianna-blog]

◖with @ravbelle◗

《 • if there is something that should be considered a wizarding world’s wonder, it has to be alcohol, and this ball lacks nothing of it. the beverage table is much alike the ones in the daily hogwarts, and there’s variety up to your heart’s desire-- and it doesn’t even matter if the elves currently controlled the minor students, as the scottish is pretty sure she saw a few students throwing something into the cherry punch. 

yet, brianna decides to play safe for once, reaching for her favorite drink: cinnamon fire whiskey. if two sips makes her feel as if floating, two glasses makes make up unnecessary and her common reservations nearly nonexistent. so when she catches sight of the girl who has her head on the stars -- although tonight they were on the dancing floor, if she was to push the poetics aside -- the red haired doesn’t hesitate to approach, fingers tracing the pattern on her glass. 》 so, is that enough aries-esque for you?  《 • there is a cheeky smile adorning her scarlet lips, sparkly eyes looking from the bright dance floor to the ravenclaw by her side.》

[wonslytherin-blog]

i want the k

GENERATED: 11, COLLARBONE KISS

She’s pretty, she’s young, and he thinks that her turtle neck covers too much of her pale skin he has been dying to paint on. He doesn’t know, if it’s alcohol that makes his inhibitions seem shot, or that there’s actual warmth and gratitude with how the younger has come upon to take care of a drunk Jung Jaewon.

Head rests against her shoulder, the male’s sweat damping through the fabric she’s wearing as he tries to breath alcohol out. 

“I can buy this club, I can buy you” he starts mumbling, but he guesses, that he doesn’t really earn a slap just because Belle seems to be too considerate and kind. So, instead, she looks at him, trying to pass her thoughts back and forth to whether she should just leave him there. 

“I can buy you” he repeats, words spilling down on his tongue like honey, smiling and staring at her covered flesh for far too long. He lifts his hand up, carefully pulling down her turtle neck and stretching it to reveal her neck and collarbone. 

He leans close, lips parting to suck on a flesh the covers her collarbone, pale skin now sports subtle pink. 

“It’s easy to mark territory” he says, smiles. 

[profksj-blog]

resurrection

@ravbelle

“good job.” is something that isn’t heard from professor kim often, not even by his own siblings. mostly, it’s his daughter or his wife on the receiving end of his praise. everyone else -- not so much.

it takes plenty to impress him, and even more to keep this impression.  belle, so far, has done a pretty good job at it, which is what warrants his approval in the first place.

“this,” he says, tapping the edge of her table, motioning at the tied-up mouse on her desk -- loud enough for the surrounding students to hear, and the struggling ones to get a good idea of what’s going on ( professor kim is bullying someone again? -- oh, never mind ), “is a proper incarcerous spell. how any of you continue to fail to do this at N.E.W.T level is beyond me.”

an exaggeration -- he hadn’t been able to do it until the middle of seventh year, after he’d managed to register as an animagus. “great work once again, ms. yoon. see me after class,” he says, taking out his wand from the inside pocket of his cloak and waving it once ( no longer needing to use any verbal incantations ), and strangling the mouse with a small bit of rope -- not looking at it twice afterwards. “your spells need a little more ferocity.”

[exgryhyunggu-blog]

* magnetic

@ravbelle

belle yoon is the ex girlfriend that hyunggu kang truly didn’t have any feelings for whatsoever, the ex girlfriend that also didn’t have any romantic sentiments for him either, yet they continue to flirt with one another as if they did have something special going on. it’s a given that the student body loves to spread rumors around the castle, one being that the pair of friends hadn’t broken up and were keeping everything on the down-low for whatever reason. completely unbothered by the gossip, the boy does as he pleases, whenever he pleases. 

catching sight of the girl, a cheeky grin spreads across his face, hands reaching up to dust off his school robes. hyunggu casually walks over to belle, whistling a tune along the way. 

“hey belle, there must be something wrong with my eyes. i can’t take them off you.” 

[hufamelia]

• * ; pon pon / belle & amelia

@ravbelle

that’s right...isabelle yoon, it is. / ; amelia licked her lips, holding the red envelope in her hand / excuse me, do you know where belle might be? / ; she asked around, stopping ravenclaws as she passed them and while many shook their heads at first, she was finally pointed in the right direction / ah, thank you! / ; smiling mischievously, she walked towards the younger / you got a howler, miss yoon! / ; she announced grandly, waving it in the air for her to see / 

[slythevan-blog]

— * instant regret ;

@ravbelle

there’s someone he’d do almost anything to hide away from. she follows him around like a puppy, but he can’t stand her. she’s like a leech, demanding his attention, so it’s only natural that when he spots her figure in the distance, he hurries down the hall, desperately looking for somewhere to hide. 

there’s a broom closet off to the side and he rushes for it, pulling the door open without checking inside for anyone else. he just wants to hide for a moment, that’s all. just long enough for her to walk past him and for him to be able to go the other way. he steps inside, pulling the door closed, in his half-panicked mindset forgetting not to completely close the door. the door locks from the outside, after all.