Sunny

One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many. "Good" is no longer good when one's neighbor mouths it. And how should there be a "common good"! The term contradicts itself: whatever can be common always has little value. In the end it must be as it is and always has been: great things remain for the great, abysses for the profound, nuances and shudders for the refined, and, in brief, all that is rare for the rare.

[yacksley-blog]

inkspillcd:

The welcome she got – arguably more than warm enough by her older roommates standards – had her mood brightening, and Gisèle drew a slim silver cigarette case from her jacket pocket and removed one from it. Looking around to ensure there were no flammable substances nearby, she lit it and inhaled deeply from the burning stick before speaking. “Technically, I am,” she confirmed. “My own, though, not one for you. I’m actually ingredient hunting, and you know how vendors and apothecaries get the second they hear of something that is the slightest bit dangerous — or, well, fun at all, really. As if one were asking them to ingest a poison instead of sell one. Anyway, I need Peruvian Vipertooth claw venom for an undisclosable reason and I’m wondering if you have any. Fair trade between professionals and such.”

She couldn’t help it, she tried to hold in the laughter by pursing her lips but it escaped her anyway, small frame trembling with the force of it. “Are you asking me to make a black market trade, at my job, from my personal stock?” she continued to giggle slightly but got it under control. “Professional courtesy barely extends to my colleagues, and I don’t do fair trades, as you want to call it. If you want the venom however I can get some for you.” She had no issue giving the girl what she wanted, but she wasn’t about to do it the way Gisele wanted. Call it stubbornness or even petty but Sunny didn’t mix business with pleasure.

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juxtaposc:

James wasn’t there for potions he intended to use for himself. Truth be told, James was shite at brewing potions of his own. If he needed any, he would ask for assistance from one of his siblings who were far more talented in the area than he was. He was liable to blowing up something if he was left to his own devices. No, he came instead to the shop to pick up an order for the Ministry. “Yeah, no worries. I don’t mind waiting a bit.” If it was going to be too long, he could always go outside for a smoke. “If you need me to, I can step outside if you would like to be undisturbed.” 

A man she recognized, a name she hated but a customer was a customer. She nodded a bit curtly and continued working, half a mind to creating more smoke than necessary when he spoke and she chose to actually listen. When he offered to leave, for the exact reason she preferred no one to wait it took her a moment to re focus. “What makes you think I would want that?” her voice was quiet, rigid and empty of inflection beyond forming a question. Curiosity drove her to ask and curiosity waited for an answer.

[yacksley-blog]

inkspillcd:

The same Gisèle Rousseau-Parkinson whose reaction varied from curt to downright dismissive with strangers often shifted into a persona swaggering and authoritative with those she was familiar with — and there weren’t many she was as familiar with as the blonde she found in the still backroom. “Wait? Perish the thought. You know I hate doing anything of the sort.” She conjured a tall stool nearby and swooped onto the seat with flair, signature sharp expression in place. “Comment allez-vous, ma chérie?”

A half smirk spread her lips at the appearance of one Gisele Rousseau-Parkinson. The other girl had been quite the presence in Sunny’s life through school and even now she found enough similarities to tolerate her, perhaps even sort of enjoy her company (at select times). A somewhat blush crept into her cheeks, Gisele had a flair for the dramatic that could often be quite alluring, especially for sunny who rarely found herself distracted by such things. “Are you here for an order? I don’t remember seeing your name.”

[yacksley-blog]

KIM TAEYEON? No, that’s actually YAXLEY “ SUNNY” SUN-HI. Only TWENTY-ONE years old, this RAVENCLAW alumni works as a POTIONEER and is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. SHE identifies as CISFEMALE and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be ARROGANT, NIHILISTIC, and FANATICAL but also ARTICULATE, SOPHISTICATED, and CLEVER.

I cannot legit find my headcanons I submitted so I’m gonna wing it!

Sun-Hi isn’t the truly fanatical type of death eater one might come across, she is usually quite level headed and gets stressed out by others stressing out and fights to maintain a calm atmosphere for herself most of the time. When she feels just fine she does tend to celebrate and party, often loudly and boldly but this is much rarer for her. 

In regards to her beliefs: ( tw possible for elitism,  hate speech, language ?? not sure so tagging any possibly sensitive talk pertaining to these topics!) 

Sun-Hi believes that purebloods are genetically and socially superior to any other type in the wizarding world, and beyond that muggles should be given few rights or disregarded entirely. With pureblood elitism she simply understands that there is a small number of true purebloods, she is one of them, and they deserve the best their world has to offer. Purebloods should be treated as royalty and given positions above all others. By blood right she thinks she is owed respect and idolization, that purebloods are the descendents of wizarding gods to a degree ( the greats at least ) and as such deserve more than any one else. It frightens her to a point that others cannot see the logic and wisdom in her beliefs, or the truth that is pureblood elitism, she isn’t cruel outright but her shock at the denial of her personal truths can cause her to lash out verbally. She is rarely physically violent as rage isn’t something she experiences often.

When it comes down to it purebloods are simply superior and should be treated as such and everyone else should be given rights and privileges based on their level of purity or lack thereof. She is quite matter of fact about it all but willing to join the war efforts to make people see reason. Sun-Hi supports her father in all things, all endeavors and has clung to his teachings and lived her life by the law he has fought to create. Despite any alarm bells that may have gone off she has ignored it all and stood resolutely by his side, now and always.

Becoming a potioneer was easy, an easy choice. In school, though she was a ravenclaw, she excelled in the subject and few others though her marks were always high. This wasn’t always because she earned them, some palm greasing and money exchange, a few threats from dear old dad and Sun-Hi never had to worry about trivialities like history of magic. but Potions was her absolute specialty and she delighted in true excellence in the subject. The process of making potions was relaxing for her, she wrapped her mind around the mechanics and the measurements, her work nearly flawless and all on her own merit. The added bonus was that it could be done solo, she needn’t trifle with a partner or a team and she could revel in the quiet tedience it required. 

As far as relationships went sun-Hi was a friendly girl, she didn’t spew her views at every opportunity and quietly associated with only those on an approved list. Sun-Hi was a good friend, always happy to listen and give solid advice to those of her friends who had more dramatic relationships than she entertained. Sun-Hi hated making a scene or witnessing one and would quickly end a relationship if it began down a path she deemed dramatic or likely to be so. This way she led a rather uneventful life in her student years. As far as romance was concerned she didn’t really see the point, she had plans and aspirations and felt no one was a good match for her standards and so she simply didn’t date and felt no loss in that.

At this point in her life Sun-Hi is focusing on her career, a job she absolutely loves. She works with a small collective team that has several potion “rooms” that are like labs/offices for each potioneer connected to a shop in  Knockturn alley. Sun-Hi deals with many clients that are hers alone and some larger entities dealt with by the entire firm. At work she is quiet, very astute and fascinated by new ingredients she helps find and buy. 

Sun-Hi isn’t particularly interested in marriage, she likes her life the way it is and again cites her horrifically high standards for why she remains single. In the end no one can live up to the image in her head. The idea of children is also somewhat foreign, she didn’t care for them when she was one and she doesn’t see the allure now. Any child that doesn’t behave, which is all of them, bother her immensely. In fact, her patience is thinnest with all children, infants to teenagers just four years below her own age, she cannot deal with. If a person or creature cannot be reasoned with it is worthless in her mind.

possibly more to come??? hit me up for plotting?? let me know if I need to tag anything else!!

[yacksley-blog]

Time ticked away second by second marked by the clicking of the ancient clock in her room. Though Potion making was a mostly solitary process her particular lab, room, office whichever was accessible easily by other members of the firm and, at times, the public. Though she longed to remain undisturbed there already seemed to be a queue forming at the front where the shop was and she had a feeling someone would barge in on her any second. People who wanted what she offered were not the patient sort after all. “Yes, it’ll be done soon, if you’d like to wait.” she gestured but there were no chairs against the wall, she did this purposely to discourage anyone waiting physically near her. The trick didn’t always work but she had stinkbombs stashed for emergencies.