･ﾟ✧ 、 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 that she really likes about yuko is that she always puts too much faith in her own skills. like today - there’s no way that yuko beat her around the pitch, but she’s still thinking she’s superior. hilarious, r e a l l y . they’ve been rivals for as long as alex could remember, but somewhere in between, she feels like they somehow became close.
that still doesn’t mean yuko’s better than her, though. even if her confidence leads her to believe it’s a fact.
“ you wish, sunshine. ” she rolls her eyes in fake contempt, and a flip of her hair makes her seem more annoyed than she actually is. “ i don’t know if you left your brain on the pitch, but there’s no way you beat me in a race. i flew circles around you. ”
“HAH!” it was the most forced laugh, but the words coming out of alex’s mouth were hilarious. she placed a hand on the other’s shoulder before patting it. “oh, alex. sweet, sweet alex.” yuko was just being obnoxious now and she knew it. but was that going to stop her from pursuing her act? definitely not, especially when alex is convinced she’s faster than her. what a joke. “do you plan on incorporating ‘daydreaming’ into your future career somehow? ‘cause CLEARLY that’s what you were doing while i left you in the dust.”
she sighed dramatically as she shook her head. “if only you were as talented as you are pretty.” she’s joking, of course. in complete and honest truth, alex is one of the select few who came close to her in terms of talent for their designated role in quidditch.
she hadn’t expected an angel. a full blown guardian angel. deity from the skies sent to save her—all sorts of flowery imagery like that. more specifically, she hadn’t expected takamoto yuko to spring to her rescue. and much like their usual routine (past the gushing and cooing and over-affectionate petting), the appearance of yuko at a time like this only further signifies one thing: she was screwed.
meaning, as soon as she saves her (because, rest assured, yuko always saves her), the slytherin would be just as quick to deal justice. meaning an earful of something that, if sydney’s truly honest, she doesn’t hold onto for too long.
nevertheless, here she was. brows pulled in concentration (a regular ol’ heartthrob) as she formulates a plan.
and maybe it’s the unspoken promise of what’s to come that spooks her more, eyes widening in shock once her mind catches up, her fingers curl into soft dirt, mouth agape. “yuko!!” the ravenclaw is wailing, pleading with her eyes “uh—UH—i—i’m sorry! i’m sorry!” please save me.
another violent thrash of the branches has her spine stiffened with fear, panic that settles in her throat. sydney flinches further against the trunk, eyes screwing shut (afraid to witness what’s to come) as her lips part—and only a shrill shriek escapes. she’s going to die here.
her survival instincts? nonexistent. her common sense? also nonexistent. her bravery? check. however, that bravery could definitely be considered stupidity, and yuko was now realizing that all too late while watching those killer branches sense her presence. sydney’s screams didn’t help the situation any either.
her sudden adrenaline rush makes up for the immense fear flowing through her. and maybe it’s the fact that sydney is practically hopeless in their mission that keeps yuko going, intent on getting her far away from the monstrous tree from hell.
a simple sprint that could’ve took less than five seconds to reach her destination had it been a normal tree felt never ending with this one. she kept having to stop and dodge, watching it’s every move so it wouldn’t hit her with a sneak attack and send her flying multiple feet away from where she currently was. or worse, squashed like a little bug.
“SYDNEY!!” her yelling was cut short—she dove to the ground, barely missing a branch. her head shot up to search for the other girl’s location before spotting her. “PUSH THE KNOT!!!” now she was getting angry. at the tree for being so unnecessarily violent, at sydney for getting herself into this mess, and at herself for being dumb enough to LITERALLY run into trouble instead of using magic to solve the problem.
yuko is aware there’s a 90% 50% chance she could die here with sydney in her current state of screams and fear. however, anger always causes her stubbornness to sky rocket, and there is NO WAY she’s going to let herself die by the branches of a tree.
LUCKILY, SAERON WAS already out of the castle before the catastrophe took place. it’s snowing out, it looks absolutely magical, she had to use it as an opportunity to skip class and make snow angels. it’s not like she didn’t want to sit through transfiguration class or anything… she heard what had happened with peeves and clearly everything’s meant to be! she sat outside, watching everyone run out of the castle screaming and crying as she snacks on caramels she had been saving for later.
she sees yuko from a distance. she waves. judging from her friends expression, she could tell the situation is truly as bad as it seems. “ hi, yuko. ” she says in a sing-songy voice. “ i’ve been outside the whole day. ” she smiles, “ you look stressed. caramel? ” offering her a candy. “ i have no poop river on me, do you? what’s going to happen to the dungeons… i left my ipad there and i didn’t get apple care… ”
“oh thank goodness.” she released the hold on her nose and relaxed her posture. she no longer had to sound like that duck from that one muggle cartoon she’d seen once in her free time, though it was cute...at least, for a little while. her face immediately lit up with pure joy at the sight of caramels being offered to her. “you, my love, are a SAINT.” she reached for a sweet and popped it into her mouth. this was the perfect way to kill time after a disaster.
“i don’t, i was able to make it out without touching all of that...literal shit. as for what’s going to happen—” she shrugged with both hands gesturing innocence. “—i dunno. you’re better off asking the head girl or a professor.” she was about to reach for another caramel before a thoughtful expression came over her as she recalled the last piece saeron had said. “...why would you need care for your apples?”
rina is all about being spontaneous, so much so that it’s practically her middle name. so what’s the deal this time ?? well, tonight’s itinerary involves the forbidden forest, a drunken slytherin, and thestrals. obviously, this wasn’t planned. but rina didn’t protest when she’s whisked away by yuko outside the great hall. it’s a good thing she didn’t drink. not that it would’ve made much of a difference.
left arm linked with the other witch’s right, they venture deeper into the forest. “ do you think i’ll be able to see them ?? ” she asks, her voice more of a stage whisper than a hushed one. “ i did see my hamster die right before my eyes a couple years back—before hogwarts !! ” a small frown forms on her face just thinking about it. “ poor guy got snatched up by moose !! ”
then a more thoughtful expression takes its place.
“ i guess that means he still lives on ?? he became one with moose and like, sustained him. but my point is, hamster deaths count, right ?? i still loved jeff with all my heart, even though he did have a two-year lifespan. he was the cutest hamster i ever owned !! ”
taking a trip into the forbidden forest while intoxicated wasn’t a grand idea—her sober self knows this. her drunken self, however, is unyieldingly set on getting a glimpse at some thestrals. who cares that the creatures are invisible to those who haven’t witnessed tragedy ending in death? intoxicated yuko surely doesn’t. and somehow, her intoxicated self usually finds herself pursuing questionable ideas with rina.
she gasped. her free hand went to her heart in reaction to the gryffindor’s story. “oh my god...” knowing that poor little hamster was taken from life far too soon was heartbreaking. her hand then moved to the other girl’s arm linked with hers in a sympathetic manner. “i am so sorry, rina.” she returned her focus to the ground in front of her so she wouldn’t take a wrong step. “but i suppose it does count since you did see it happen. a death is a death after all.”
she stopped walking as a thought came to mind. her attention shifted to rina. “does this mean the death of my pet fish counts too?” she asked in a serious tone. “we were bonding and he just...he died.”
it’s your fault. everything’s your fault. kaya hears those words echo & twist in her mind, poking at her & doing everything it can to make itself known. but just because kaya would never admit it was true, didn’t mean she doesn’t know. no matter how well she can act like she thinks this is all yuko, she’s aware of her own hand pushing her away, distancing the both of them.
yet, still, even when she’s drunk, even when she’s more truthful than she is when she’s sober, the words stay stuck like thorns in her throat, & it takes an almost inhuman amount of self control not to CHOKE on it all.
“ that’s only because YOU changed …. you were making new friends …. i wasnnnt going to let you jusst— just leave me behind ! ”
her laugh came out more forced than genuine. kaya’s words felt like a stab wound to the heart. after everything they’d been through together, after all of the time and energy yuko had put into their friendship because she genuinely loved and cared about kaya, and the ravenclaw STILL thought she would leave her behind. all she did was become more outgoing and carefree—her heart and soul were still the same.
“this goes to show you knew NOTHING about me.” a chuckle escaped with a small eye roll. “yooou—” she pointed an index finger at kaya. “—were the one i cared about the most. an’ you jsst...” she waved her hand freely. “...threw me away like i was nothing.” even as the words left her mouth, part of her knew she could’ve done more. maybe if she’d held onto their friendship tighter and spoke about how she felt they would still be the same as they were before.
𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 - 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓 but the discovered knowledge doesn’t ease the irritant pushing past the GROGGINESS that sits above the surface of his exterior . ❛ 𝐎𝐇 , 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 , 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐍 . ❜ it’s grumbled out with PALPABLE distaste in his tone . ❛ i mean i was planning on guilting you into handing it over , 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 . ❜ it’s a joke as he takes the coat from her , even if it’s a bit of a SNUG fit , he’s thankful to have some DEFENSE AGAINST THE WEATHER . ❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 , 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐄 . i don’t know what i H A T E more at the moment , cold weather or that damned poltergeist . or MYSELF for being impressed by his prank , no one does it like peeves . ❜ he snorts and rolls his eyes at the last bit .
she gave an eye roll paired with a faint smile. she knew his humor all too well, which is why his words came as no surprised to her. she couldn’t remember if he ever showed gratitude without turning it into a joke to some degree. “you can’t keep it, i want it back after all of this is resolved and we can go back inside.”
seungjoon was right—NO ONE could ever come close to peeves when it came to pranks. in some small sense, she admired the poltergeist and his ideas of chaos. even if she had been part of the large group targeted for his prank, she couldn’t find herself to be completely ticked off about it. it was a bit genius, especially since he legitimately pulled it off. “had i not made it out without touching the water, i think i’d be loads more pissed off about it. but...it was genius. he screwed EVERYONE with this one.”
“LUCIEN!!!” her voice booms out LOUDLY. it’s only after she damaged some ear drums near by that she realizes she could’ve just texted the younger year asking where he is. the whole point of buying him his own cellphone was so they could communicate easier like the muggles.
she reached inside the pocket of her hoodie and pulled out her phone to send the hufflepuff a quick message as she continued to walk around in search of him. “excuse me,” she called out to a group of people near by. “have you seen lucien fawley? he’s about this tall—” she raised her hand above her head to measure out his height. “—and when he smiles, he looks like this—” she made her expression into his classic eye smile. “—it looks really adorable. off topic, sorry. have you seen him?”
the moment she turned her head to search her surroundings, it was like fate when her eyes landed on the boy. she didn’t have to search for him any longer. “LUCIEN!!”
with the whole student body and staff forced out of the castle, one would assume it was easier to find company on the grounds—it wasn’t. there were too many faces around and they all blended together. or perhaps she wasn’t looking hard enough, nor were she searching for one specific face. one thing she knew for certain though was that she could NOT stand the smell lingering to the some bodies around her. not that it was their fault, but her nose couldn’t take it any longer.
she ventured away from most of the others to catch a breath of fresh air. once she was alone, never in her life had she took in some clean oxygen like it was the most precious thing in the world to her. and now that all of her senses could function properly, she spotted a familiar face. FINALLY someone to kill time with. she made her way over to the other slytherin, but before approaching saeron, she brought a hand up and pinched her nostrils closed. “please tell me you made it out of the castle without having to take a swim in the poop river so i can breathe normally around you.”
she is the better chaser. that is not overconfidence or conceitedness, it’s just a FACT ( or so she thinks ). it’s not her fault she’s a faster flyer with much better aim, and she wished the other girl would accept defeat like a good sport. but here they were, leaving the quidditch pitch together after a race, and the ravenclaw was still trying to claim that yuko didn’t beat her...even though SHE DID.
“face it, alex. I WON.” this was a common argument the slytherin had with players from other teams. however, the rivalry between her and alex was one that was the most consistently argued over. there was no hostility in it, but it was still a rivalry—one where she is the BETTER chaser. “i know it hurts your ego, but just accept it already.”
like this post if you would like to Discuss for a thread. but like…pls specify on whether you want yuko or jiwoo. also pls plot with jiwoo if we haven’t yet, i know i’m as slow as a snail and have the attention span of a goldfish but PLS.
like this post if you would like to Discuss for a thread. but like...pls specify on whether you want yuko or jiwoo. also pls plot with jiwoo if we haven’t yet, i know i’m as slow as a snail and have the attention span of a goldfish but PLS.
she’s drunk, part of her knows that. the other part ( the louder part ) insists that she’s fine, just a little bit tipsy. tipsy she could handle, a tipsy kaya was still a smart kaya, so, the next thing she does, is definitely something sober kaya would also do ( at least, this is what she tells herself ).
kaya reaches out to hold onto the only person around, & conveniently the only person her sober self has dedicated to avoiding for so long. but now that the alcohol has taken over, she has no problems with practically clinging onto the other girl.
“ yuuuuuuko. ” she sighs, blinking up at her slowly. “ what HAPPENED to us, huh ? ”
drinking with her other friend wasn’t the best idea. most of her ideas weren’t the smartest in terms of right and wrong, something she was well aware of, but they were so much more fun. so now here she was, minding her own business as she tried to keep herself in check and out of trouble, though for how long that would last? who knew.
her eyes blinked dramatically at the sudden hold on her, and to her utmost surprise, it was the person she was convinced hated her...to some extent. instinctively she wrapped an arm around the other’s waist to hold her up properly, which was a challenge considering she was trying to keep herself upright as well.
the question presented baffled her. “what do you mean?” she asked, her brows coming together in a furrow. “yoooou rr the one who pulled away frm me.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 his decision to undress down to a thin t - shirt and pajama bottoms , calling it an EARLY night after a stressful day of classes he didn’t particularly have the energy to participate in . although his teeth do not CLATTER each time a cool breeze snakes it way through the material of his clothes , his hands rub his bare arms aggressively in hopes of WARMING himself , a firm reminder of how much he HATES THE COLD ringing inside his head . ❛ 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 ? i was asleep so i’m entirely L O S T . ❜
despite the much more important issues at hand, the one thing on her mind was what they were going to be having for dinner. would they still have a small variety, or would it be one thing due to the unexpected circumstances? a voice pulled her out of her thoughts, and her attention turned to seungjoon. “our good friend peeves decided to play a prank on us. busted pipes and all.” she eyed his attire up and down, surprised that he would be caught wearing such an outfit in public. then again, he’d just said he was asleep. his attempts to warm himself up didn’t go unnoticed by her either. considering she was wearing a hoodie underneath, she took off her oversized coat—the bigger it was the more comfort it gave her—and held it out for him. “here, you need this more than i do right now.”
she’s done worse. admittedly, she’s done far far far worse. but this was perhaps a close second. maybe by a few millimeters to first. maybe even a micrometer. well, it didn’t matter. not when cold sweat streaked down the slope of her neck with every gust of wind that nipped at her skin, kept her back pressed firm against the trunk of the age old tree.
whomping willow. somehow, the name struck as something to steer completely clear from. if her own conscience hadn’t been clear about it, she’s sure blake would have voiced his warnings about it years back. but of course, she’d forgotten as soon as the majestic plant entered her line of vision (and he didn’t).
and to her credit, it was absolutely still.
so still, in fact, that she might have taken the giant thing to be dead.
it isn’t now, as she’s come to find. but before, she had thought—well—maybe she hadn’t thought it thoroughly enough. seeing as the tree jerked back to life as soon as she moved within range—leaving her little to do in a panicked state but move forward. deeper towards danger.
which, leaves her here. now, stranded, near whimpering with every jerk of the famed tree’s branches. her wand a tantalizing inches out of reach. this is a lesson to be taught to all, if anything, she should’ve listened to today’s horoscope.
“hELP—” she squeaks, a feeble cry while struggling to squint past thick branches swaying relentlessly. “meeEeeEeeEee!!”
a babysitter. that’s what yuko partially was when it came to her...eccentric friend. she should know by now the second the ravenclaw disappears from her sight, something terrible is going to happen whether it’s big or small. and of course, that is exactly what happens.
she heard the awful tree come to life nearby before she heard the cry for help. of all things to get caught up with and the other girl gets in a battle with the god damned whomping willow. one thing was for certain—if the whomping willow didn’t kill sydney, yuko would.
she took off in a quick sprint. it didn’t take very long for her to arrive at the scene, and boy, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. how syd always managed to get in these kind of situations was beyond her, but playing hero wasn’t all that fun for her anymore. in fact, she was starting to hate it, especially when she was staring at ginormous branches that could squash them like a pancake with one hit. when would the other girl LEARN?
“oh...fuckin hell,” she said under her breath. her friend was in trouble and she stood there looking like a deer in headlights. why wasn’t her brain working? think, yuko, think...
the knot at the base of the tree. “i got it!” she yelled out, and before she could handle the situation in an intelligent way—like maybe throw a rock at it or use her wand to do so—she took running again, but this time towards the tree.
hello i never ever come prepared but let’s get it. my name is nick (any pronouns work for me) and this mess is named yuko. i’m also writing this other mess, but under the cut is some basic info about yuko. smash that heart button if you’d like to plot or hmu if you’re impatient because i’m taking a century to get it together. i also have discord ( yeetus#8648 ) if you prefer plotting on there.
☆ﾟ*・ﾟHEY! did HIRAI MOMO just fall off HER broomstick?! oh wait, never mind. it’s just TAKAMOTO YUKO… to think i nearly broke a sweat over a NINETEEN year old EIGHTH year PUREBLOOD SLYTHERIN. i hear the CISFEMALE is quite EMPATHETIC and INGENIOUS, but also OBSTINATE and MISCHIEVOUS. well, i hope their broom doesn’t throw them off the second time.
definitely should’ve been a hufflepuff but somehow landed herself in slytherin. how? no clue. she has no complaints about it either slytherin is the best house. i said what i said.
she’s a pureblood but is obsessed with muggle technology. when she found out youtube was a real thing and you could watch pretty much anything you wanted? JACKPOT. greatest experience of her life.
she used to be very quiet during her first couple of years at hogwarts, but started opening up more during her third year. her mother was concerned about her lack of stories to share in letters and on holidays. the summer before her third year, her mother said to her “i’m glad you’re focusing on your studies, but you’re young and you should be having fun with friends too” in which, yuko groaned in return and reluctantly agreed to try to make more friends. it’s not that she hated people or anything of that sort, she was just really shy and communication wasn’t her strongest skill. fast forward to 8th year and now she’s very outgoing and 10/10 just here to have a great time.
great at potions but not that great at cooking and baking. how that’s possible? i have no idea. maybe because she can’t eat her potions, i don’t know but SHE’S TRYING HER BEST, OKAY? was once grounded for back-talking her dad. he joked about how she could conjure up spells and ride a broom with ease but couldn’t make a simple pastry, and she replied with “then get off your ass and make it yourself”…she was 14 at the time. yikes.
ur Local Jock. No Gym No Lyf. even before she joined quidditch in her 4th year, she was still really active. she was just lowkey about it. she probably would’ve made it on the team in her 3rd year had she not “accidentally” skipped out on tryouts. she HAD to skip it, sully (her cat) needed her for a “medical emergency”
she’s well acquainted with the caretaker (probably a few prefects too), and not in a good way. she breathes the wrong way and she ends up in detention. she used to get mad about it, but now she’s just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ alright i’m going. or at least, that’s her story. but in reality, she’s always sneaking off to the kitchen after hours. she used to try to not get caught, but after failing so many times she eventually just gave up and started walking back to the dungeons as if she were walking to class (in other words, slowly). knows a lot of the house elves’s names after walking sneaking into the kitchen so many times throughout the year(s).
honestly, she’s great academically, but as the years have gone by she just cares less and less about the rules lmao. after being at hogwarts for so many years she’s just too comfortable. the only reason she tries not to get in trouble as often is for quidditch.
despite her ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ attitude, she’s a pretty kind person for the most part. very understanding, tries her best to see things everyone’s point of view, maybe helps when she can, etc. but when she gets angry, she gets ANGRY and her pride and stubbornness is a big problem. would rather room with the giant squid for a night than admit when she’s in the wrong.
as for wanted connections...i don’t have a list so hit me with ur best shot. fluff, chaos, angst, etc i’m down for all of it.
