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“Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.” Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human.

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          Her hazel orbs roam over the other female’s form, making sure that she wasn’t injured as she asks, “Are you hurt anywhere?” The Ravenclaw wasn’t quite sure if the other had inhaled any liquid when she had been pulled underwater, and the fact that said water was a murky brown did raise some concerns on Belle’s part. “You know, I’ve never actually heard of the Giant Squid literally pulling someone underwater. Most of the time, they told me it was relatively calm but to still avoid swimming in the deeper parts of the water just in case.”

“The grass at dawn… Or rather, the nature at dawn. When everything…is still asleep… And the sun is slowly rising up from behind the horizon. There’s dew on leaves and hanging in the air for a few more minutes– It’s just… It smells like nature and peacefulness.” He clumsily explained, his cheeks having taken on a light shade of pink. As much as he loved nature, he always felt embarrassed by his incapacity at describing with the right words how nature looked like and felt like to him. Himchan cleared his throat lightly and looked back down at his feet, trying to keep a grip on the memory of the nature in the early morning. “Peach and vanilla are nice smells too… And sweet, uhm. Do you…” Come on, you can do it. “…Like to eat peaches?” Well. That’s progress. Sort of. 

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She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop or to impose, really, she didn’t. Why would she? She was only trying to make her way to her father’s office, taking in the stuff that he had forgotten back at home when she accidentally walked in on the two figures in the hallway. And with the content of their conversation, she found it hard to just walk pass. So she stayed rooted in her spot, not knowing what to do even as their conversation receded to nothing –– the documents in her hands clutched tightly as if she’s worried that someone might come and steal them. And then her eyes locked with the man she had been avoiding just seconds ago. Her dark eyes, enchanting as they were from the blood his father had passed down to her, quivered in surprise before she took a step back, lips promptly pursed and eyebrows knitted together. “Well with that attitude, no school would hire you to give out tours anyway!”

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“Himchan!” She tried his name out with her tongue, the syllables rolling off quite easily as she let go of his hand to pat his back. He had seemed a bit on edge and she wasn’t sure why. Was it because she was a senior or because she’s form a different house? Perhaps he’s just not good with strangers? Either way, such an attitude wouldn’t help with Defense Against The Dark Arts “Don’t worry too much about it, I wouldn’t have agreed if I’m not okay with it!”  The wand in her hand swirled around her fingers, dangerously close to falling down before she flicked it again and up and up it went only to go down and the whole process repeated itself in a titillating circle. “Mmmm~ Do you have any kinds of scents you like, Himchannie? I like anything that smells like peach and vanilla. What about you?” They didn’t have to jump right into lessons. That would only end in a catastrophic result seeing just how skittish the boy in front of her was, it was as if he would jump at the sound of a needle hitting the floor. And people, in her opinion, shouldn’t perform magic like that. It would be dangerous, they would be out of control –– though she wouldn’t exactly be the right person to talk about control –– and it just wouldn’t maximize the learning process. Maybe Professor Mick appointed her specifically because of this. Because she was the polar opposite of the boy because maybe, just maybe, she could loosen him up a bit.

With a flick of her saviour’s wand and a small gust of wind that made her squeeze her eyes shut for a few seconds, her clothes and her hair were back to how she liked it ––– dry. It had been quite embarrassing to be caught in such situation and she couldn’t help a small whimper as she avoided the other’s eyes, somehow the Ravenclaw had seemed to shine with a halo behind her although she knew such creatures like angels were not real. And she could have had saved herself. Perhaps. If she were cautious enough but caution was never her forte and when things caught her by surprise her brain stopped working. Everything inside her seemed to freeze like the arctic. “I wasn’t sure myself. One second I was just skirting around the lake –– I mean I wanna know if the giant squid is really real or just, you know, a story.” She rolled her eyes at the word, realizing that she was asking for it, really. Especially when it’s been announced since the school was built – perhaps – that no one was allowed near the lake. “Then, next thing I know, this....slimy....tentacle was around my ankle and I just...got dragged down there.” Finger pointed at the dark murky surface of the body of water, shuddering and making a face as she remembered how it was to be inside it. Then a shyness came over her as she clutched her robe, looking up to meet the Ravenclaw’s eyes with her own dark ones –– sparkling as they were, was it out of her veela blood or her admiration? –– as a smile flushed over her face. “But then you! You saved me! I’m Ikeda Aya, Seventh year Gryffindor. You are?”

With my index finger pointed and my thumb raised. In this love, I’ll come from behind and knock you down in one go.