#~paras

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tongue tied || nathan & eva

The Slytherin dormitory were gloomy and dreary as usual.

He could not appreciate that when he was studying. He should probably be used to that now, considering he lived half his life in gloomy London. But all it was doing was make him sleepy and therefore not a conducive atmosphere for studying. So with his bag in hand and books in another, he stepped out of his room and into the common room. If he was lucky, the sun could come out that day.

He reached the common room with relatively little problems, considering his housemates were more than a little self-righteous in his opinion. There were a few who weren’t—and he could name them all with one hand—but he’d much rather avoid everyone else. As he was walking past someone, he heard what could possibly be one of the songs his sister used to blast all over the house when they were children.

A song that he never would’ve thought he’d hear in Slytherin.

So he approached the girl, assuming that the song was coming from her, and asked, “are you singing On Bended Knee?”

{ @slyevangeline }

[aurearps]

night walk || nathan & julian

He wasn’t usually this mischievous.

His day started out okay enough. He woke up on time, got a hearty breakfast at the Great Hall, managed to catch some sun, and even participated in his classes. He felt like someone who drank a whole glass of felix felicis. All in all, he thought his day was going perfectly well.

Until that afternoon, of course.

While he was on the way to the Black Lake and get some shut eye before dinner, a few Gryffindor firsties scorched his robe after practicing spells they weren’t even supposed to practice until third year. Worse yet, none of those heathens apologised. One look at his house seal stitched on his robe and the little cowards ran off. So much for being lions.

And so there he was, right beside the entrance towards the Gryffindor common room, and planted several dung bombs for the little red kittens.

Coming from a well-off family, his parents sent him to an all-boys boarding school in London when he was still a child. House rivalries were nothing new to him; house pranks were something he thrived in. Now in Hogwarts, he takes his house and the rivalries seriously; it was something he’s never really outgrown.

Finishing off with the last dung bomb, he mentally gives himself a pat on the back, before sneaking out of the dreadful tower. He was already at the second floor corridor when he felt something bad was about to happen. As he turned at the end, he finally realised why he felt anxious. He sighed, already resigned. There was no getting out of this.

“Great.”

@profxjeonghan

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bad decisions || nathan & pinky

Nathan Jones-Taylor was avoiding the prefects and professors at all costs.

Christmas break was around the corner, and the whole school was already feeling the holidays. Students were already slacking off, professors were getting even more exasperated, and the food were extra delicious as of late. Outside the castle, students were also playing in the white snow--which he sighed at; he’d personally rather stay somewhere tropical and with lots of sun.

But anyway.

With Christmas break nearing, it also meant Nathan was finally going home. He loved Hogwarts and every magical thing possible, but he also missed his parents and his sister. But he missed his little corgi the most. And so the best way to end the year was to drink the night away. Drinking with company made it even better.

And so here he was, carrying a little bag with an undetectable extension charm, filled with Ogden’s finest and a few meat pies from the Hogwarts kitchens. Nicking the prefect schedule from a fifth year, Nathan manages to avoid the prefect and professor-infested hallways and corridors, before finally arriving at the Astronomy Tower. “Please tell me you’re the one I’m supposed to meet,” he said softly but warily. He had to make sure it was Pinky at the tower and not some random prefect, professor, or the Head Boy or Girl.

It was his ass on the line. That, and he didn’t want to waste the perfectly aged firewhiskey in his bag.

[ @slypinky ]

[aurearps]

once in a while || nathan & luhan

 Nathan, despite being friendly, still firmly believed in house loyalties and house rivalries.

It was something he grew up in, considering he went to a muggle boarding school before Hogwarts. They also had houses, rivalries, and numerous competitions to take out the excess energy from the students. It was, for all intents and purposes, ingrained into his system. Hogwarts and its culture of house loyalties wasn’t something new to him.

But the fact still remains that he was partnered with a bloody Gryffindor.

He never could appreciate classes with Gryffindors. Despite the many centuries that passed, the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor was still as strong as ever. Imaginary lines between the two houses were never crossed, unless one was actively seeking trouble. If he was being honest about it, he’d rather deal with the Ravens and Puffs together than these kittens.

When class ended, he groaned and purposely slowed down packing his stuff. He had free period until his next class, and if he wasn’t wrong, they were going to have to talk about the project. When he finished packing up, he sighed and hoisted up his bag on his shoulder, walking towards where his partner was. His partner who had the completely opposite personality against Nathan’s.

“Alright Lu. Let’s get this over with.”

@gryluhan

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now and later || open

Nathan, for all intents and purposes, is still trying to get used to having more free time than he did in the last five years that he was in Hogwarts.

Growing up in the muggle world and being blindsided of his magical heritage, Nathan was still hit by homesickness and nostalgia. By keeping himself busy with so many things, he finds that it alleviates the longing for home. Fifth year, his busiest year to date, was effective to the point of almost exhaustion. OWLs kept him up most nights, and letters from his parents were often jovial. Even his sister, who was now working at the ministry, tried to meet with him as often as she could when he was in Hogsmeade. But now that he was in his sixth year, he’s still recalibrating himself to a freer schedule.

Yet here he was, lying down near the lake, basking in the rare warmth from the sun.

His bag was laid beside him, a few scrolls and books spilling out. The warm sun rarely popped out in Scotland. London was already gloomy to begin with, but Scotland was dreary and almost dreadful. Still, the view was ethereal and he basked in the crisp cold air sometimes.

He hears someone approach and while he was inclined to ignore whoever it was, someone was blocking his rare sun. With his eyes still closed, he sighs deeply—resignedly—and asked,

“Did you want something?”