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Midnight Snack || Jaejoong & Hwaeji

Well one has to be careful when wandering the corridors at night.  You never know what sniveling prefect you might come across.  I find taking the offensive ensures no one tells. [`follows her into the kitchen, moving to wear a pile of leftover treats from dinner lay and showing a cauldron cake into his mouth, moving to stuff more in his robes] Oh it’s lucky for me, is it? [`raises an eyebrow as he notices what she’s doing] You’re actually making something?

(/ she finds logic in his explanation, but doesn't feel the need to verbally concede to it /) Yes, lucky for you. (/ repeats him absently while rummaging through the cabinets for clean bakeware /) Oh bloody hell, accio baking pan. (/ a metal pan whizzes out of a completely different cabinet and lands before her on the counter; glances pointedly at the other /) No, I'm just making a mess in the kitchen for the elves to clean up - of course, I'm making something. What does it look like I'm doing? (/ she gathers the rest of the ingredients for cookies in the course of the next few minutes and begins the process /) If you've had your fill of cauldron cakes, you're welcome to leave.

(/ she stares moodily out towards the gleaming water of the lake, its clear surface reflecting the magnificent landscape on the other side. she admits it's pretty, because if there's one thing hwaeji is decidedly confident about, it's her eye for beauty. but pretty almost always has a nasty side; and that's what terrifies the gryffindor. she hugs her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them to make herself feel smaller. she does this, every once in a while, glaring at the misleadingly beautiful effects of her sister's keeper. she hopes it would give her more courage; it does no such thing. a shout jolts her senses awake and her doe-like eyes fall to the male fast approaching along the shore /) Are you crazy? No thanks. (/ she 'politely' declines his invitation without a second thought, because to anyone who's lost someone precious in that lake, swimming in it becomes a preposterous notion. /)

Midnight Snack || Jaejoong & Hwaeji

[`he chuckled at her words and attitude, apparently he had snuck up on quite the fiesty one] Oh I don’t think I’d be the one getting hurt.  [`he lifted the wand from where it pressed into her, smirking lightly] Someone’s certainly hungry.  If I wasn’t headed to the same destination I’d have to decline you ever so polite request.  Luckily for you though I am, and don’t possess the mind of a squashed pumpkin. [`he tickles the correct fruit, allowing the picture to swing open]

Pretty sure you wouldn't want that theory put to test, especially against a hungry girl. Besides, I'm not sure how you expect me to be polite when you were so quick to raise your wand to me. (/ she rolled her eyes, ignoring his not-so-subtle jibe and stepping first into the dimly lit kitchen. a flick of her wand had the lights glowing brighter as though she was clearly used to this. hwaeji briefly set her gaze on the figure behind her /) Luckily for you, I've no interest in wasting my energy on the likes of snakes such as yourself. (/ sets off in search of baking ingredients /)

B.o.d. Benefit of the doubt. (—/ sighs lightly, crossing his arms across his chest /—) How could I ever be underneath you? (—/ rolls his eyes /—) You’re so unimpressive so… Mediocre. (—/ smirks /—) Even my history of magic text book could get bored of you. Doesn’t that tell you something, hm? 

(/ her eyes flare at his insult - because being called a 'whore' hurts way less than being called 'boring'. she honestly can't stand boring /) Unimpressive? Speak for yourself, Jung. (/ laughs wryly /) Living in the shadow of your family's namesake, flaunting about like empty-headed birds with nothing to show for it. All you Slytherins are the same, so predictable. (/ narrows her eyes at the male /) I'd watch who you're calling mediocre if I were you.

☆ — celebrations are in order / byg&dhj.

you kill me, miss hwaeji. what would my life be without you? (‘ smiles to himself at what she was saying, not really having anything to add to the topic, perfectly happy to let her fill the silences that may crop between them. which was odd since yongguk always has something to say about everything — instead takes the menu from her happily, vaguely reading each page with little interest. ) i’m not really hungry, so i might just get soup or something (’ says as such when the waitress arrives, placing a single order for pumpkin soup ) and before my companion orders, can i get a pitcher of firewhiskey, too, please?

Meaningless. Your life would be absolutely meaningless. (/ chuckles in kind, snatching the menu back from him once he makes a decision /) Drinking on an empty stomach is the worst decision you can make. Weren't you the one who told me that? Or was it someone else? (/ scans through the items and quickly adds in an order of cornish pastries, a remnant of a smile on her face just thinking about the firewhiskey /) Doesn't hurt to have actual food on the side. (/ shrugs absently, watching the waitress amble away with their orders. not a few moments later, a pitcher of deep-gold liquid hovers over and sets itself down on the table, followed by two jugs. an excited smile graces her delicate features at the prospect of getting wasted with her best friend /) Though I guess it doesn't hurt to start without food either, huh.

(/ scaling the dark corridors had always been a relatively easy feat for the female once she got the hang of it. tonight was no exception, especially when the craving for something sweet hit her like an out-of-control broomstick. with only lumos and memory acting as her guides, hwaeji snuck halfway through the castle unseen until she reached the painting of the bowl of fruit. in her concentration to recall which fruit had to be tickled, she hadn't noticed the intruder slide up behind her. his forward approach made her freeze on the spot and her grip tighten around her wand, though his questions signaled he wasn't a threat - not of the detention-giving authority sort anyway /) Neither, so you can hold your hippogriffs and put your damn wand down before you get hurt. (/ she glanced over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of the male's face /) Mind opening the door while you're here?

「*bt / of girlfriends and best friends. jhs;dhj

→ || Dawson & Hwaeji

(—/ watches you curiously, his head tilting a little as his gaze softens, holding a smile, even though his lips stay as a straight line /—) I kinda understand what you mean. (—/ nods slowly, biting on his bottom lip /—) Do you think you’ll stay in touch with many people? I dunno… Other than Jenn and Fumi, I’m not too sure I don’t think. And they’re both in Hufflepuff… I like 6th years a lot. 

It depends. (/ glances back at him with a look that says 'I can't be helped' /) I've known most of my close friends since first year. It'd be strange not to keep in touch with them at least, wouldn't you agree? But beyond that, it's not like it'd break my poor heart if you never wrote to me after graduation. No offense. (/ chuckles wistfully /)

Wow. (—/ blinks in mock disbelief /—) I heard the rumour that Gryffinwhores were delusional but… I didn’t actually realise that it was this true. (—/ shakes his head slowly /—) To think I was gonna give you the b.o.d Hwaeji…

If you're expecting me to take offense every single time you call me 'Gryffinwhore' — so very original of you, might I add — you give me absolutely no credit. (/ crosses her arms across her chest and gives him a wry smile /) What's delusional is you denying the simple truth - that you're clearly beneath me. (/ pauses, a flicker of confusion on her face /) Give me what?

[ up to no good ] ▬ sdw☆dhj