cynosure

( @grysojin​ )

first year of momo..

young, innocent, and naïve embedded her. momo was attending her first year at hogwarts, the world of magic still all new to her, still remaining foreign. maybe that was her, forever stuck and lost. yes, lost in a maze. she was still yet to get accustomed to how things were, the sudden leave of france and how this world felt so different. she wasn’t complaining. in fact, it was a rather fun experience. there was much to learn—one would never stop learning in a lifetime. a lifetime seemed too short.

but, she wanted to learn from the beautiful miss sojin. they’re in the same house sorting, but she was a year older than momo. an unnie, she needed to respect her utmost. honestly, momo liked being around her so much. maybe because she had this alluring charisma that drew momo in, but she wish she had that kind of aura. “sojin onee-chan!” she called out to the elder with the japanese honourific. the young blonde didn’t address just anyone with that.

Already known for turning heads, Sojin had noticed a few of the latest first years following her around. -- But there was one in particular who taken a shine to her. Sojin’s little Momo-- aw, how cute --was often found hanging around the older Gryffindor. Of course, the brunette thrived in the given attention, sometimes being even more outlandish than usual when her precious little Momo was around. Although the given honorific wasn’t one that she was familiar with, Sojin considered it to be flattering nonetheless, it bringing a smile to cherry-flavoured lips. 

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If there was anyone at Hogwarts that Myungsoo knew for a fact who could pull off sexy lingerie very well for his next spread in the July edition of Playwitch, it was Sojin. He had recently acquired in his possession several lingerie outfits for his shoot and he needed someone who could be sexy. Sojin was perfect in his books. She had that innocence that he liked and yet, she could be sexy. Myungsoo was going to ask her to model for him and he was sure that she was going to say yes, once she saw the collection that he landed his hands on.

There was a reason why Myungsoo ended up grabbing all the best collections and shoots, he was just the best out there. He walked up behind Sojin, after breakfast on a weekend and smiled. “Hi, darling~” he said.

“i’ve been thinking, Sojin-ah. I recently acquired a new collection for my mian spread in July. I was wondering if you’d like to model them and be my July model,” he said, handing her a catalogue of the collection, filled with various cute lingerie sets.

It was a Saturday morning and Sojin probably wasn’t looking her best, yet the girl had still made an effort to look more than just presentable. She hadn’t heard nor seen the vampire, but suddenly he was there, presence made known as a voice spoke out behind her. Merlinflyingbackwardsonabroomstick--

Sojin turned in her spot on the bench, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she looked up at the man, heartbeat slowly working its way back down to its normal rate.

“Myungsoo, a pleasure.” Sojin greeted the man, smile making itself home on her lips as she listed to the offer. What could she get out of it this time...? Taking the catalogue, she flicked through a few pages, a number of pieces already catching her eye.

“That’s not what I’ve heard, sweetheart,” Zico growled, dark eyes locked on hers from his low vantage point. He knew the statement would enrage her and he needed to take control of the situation once and for all. He’d established a certain reputation but with the way things were going lately, people were going to start getting the idea that if you possessed a vagina, you could tell Zicovian Blackadder what to do.

Zico could feel multiple pairs of eyes on them. He was tired of being a spectacle for the amusement of others. Sojin seemed to feed off of the attention, so Zico decided to take it away. At this point, he should have been standing up, possibly using his height or broad shoulders to intimidate Sojin into backing off. Instead, he bent further, arms encircling Sojin’s thighs as he pushed his shoulder forward and then stood up, effectively forcing the alarmed girl over his shoulder.

A collective gasp from the spectators echoed through the courtyard as Zico turned on his heel, his prize thrown over his shoulder. His right hand slid up her thigh, thumb resting on the soft interior far too close to a place he hadn’t been invited to…yet. The left planted firmly on her ass (another place he had no right to touch) – to keep her skirt from blowing up in the wind as he carried her away. She should thank him for that later although he was quite sure those weren’t words he’d hear from her anytime soon.

“Stop squirming,” Zico snapped as he carried Sojin out of the clock tower courtyard and across the covered bridge. Sojin was brave with a crowd watching but would she talk so big once she was completely alone with him? One last squeeze to her inner thigh and Zico stooped down, setting Sojin on her feet in front of one of the pillars in the stone circle. Arms shot out, barring her escape from the intimate proximity.

His hands gripped the cold stone on both sides of her, his head tilting to the side as feline eyes narrowed. He wanted her to be intimidated; frightened. He wanted her to know he was strong and he could hurt her, even if he wouldn’t. He needed to scare her away…because if she decided she wanted him, he knew he wouldn’t be strong enough to reject her. He wanted her too much.

“And what have you heard, hm?” she bit back immediately, already aware that there were probably countless rumours about her circulating the castle, yet the Slytherin’s lack of elaboration did put the girl on edge. Had he heard that she was a slut? That she’d slept with half of the students at the school? Even professors? -- It might’ve all been bullshit, but at least people had cared so much that they couldn’t stop talking about her. 

Zico wasn’t the only one who could feel at least a dozen different gazes on them. They were outside in broad daylight, so of course they would attract attention -- just how Sojin liked it. Her already smug smile turned even more so, but she released her hold on the other’s tie, hand returning to her waist to-- Oh-- Oh, hell no.

This was not The Plan.

Before the brunette even had time to comprehend the situation, her feet were already lifted off of the ground, her body weightless for a split second before her cheek greeted the boy’s back. A quiet shriek had somehow bubbled up Sojin’s throat without her permission, and hands instinctively reached out to grab at whatever material of the Slytherin’s uniform they could access. Only then did Sojin realise that the eyes were still very much on them. 

It was a good thing that their position caused the girl’s hair to cover her face, subsequently covering the look of both anger and embarrassment that tinted her cheeks red (as well as the fact that she was caught upside-down). The boy’s hands were heavy on her skin, although they didn’t feel all too unpleasant, if she really had to admit it.

The journey to their destination was definitely a colourful one. 

“Put me down, you asshole!”                             “I said, put me down!”                                                “Are you even fucking listening?!”                                                                     “What the fuck are you, some bloody caveman, huh?!”

Blood rushed to her head when she was placed back on her feet, hands finding solace in the steady stone rock behind her, it reassuring her that the world wasn’t really spinning as much as it felt like it was. Strong arms bordered her, and the girl’s gaze followed them upwards until her eyes met Zico’s. Her own pair darkened.

“Just who the fuck do you think you are?!” Sojin cried out in question, striking at the other’s chest. Even with both hands pushing at his chest, the Gryffindor didn’t seem to be making much impact. After a few more attempts she ceased fire, head lowering and causing her hair to fall back into her eyes.

Best not to.

“I had practice outside earlier, and it was. You won’t just regret it, you’ll regret it tomorrow morning. Even professionals screw up.” She paused, watching her go over her mascara for what seemed to be the nth time. It wasn’t too much to ask, was it? A night in wouldn’t hurt Sojin - quite the opposite. And Eunji knew they had plenty of things due that were, in fact, necessary - the way this excursion decidedly wasn’t.

But then again, stubbornness (obstinacy, she corrected) was more than likely hardwired into Sojin’s very core and truth be told, it had been part of what brought them together as friends in the first place. With Sojin, Eunji thought it was really an all or nothing sort of situation - she could hate her or she could love her. Considering they were roommates, well-

It was easier just to love her.

And Eunji could, if need be, easily match her perseverance. While she wasn’t quite as loud about it, standing steady with her argument wasn’t difficult in the slightest. As opposed to what Sojin might think, she didn’t particularly enjoy trying to curb nights out - she just, well, cared. But her roommate wasn’t a child, and at some point during her time in Gryffindor tower, Eunji must’ve learnt to pick her battles and call it a night. Slumping, she sighed, nose crinkling as she glanced at the crate once more.

“Firewhiskey’s disgusting - if you’re going to drink, at least do it right and drink something that doesn’t taste like someone’s used cigarette.”

Her friend’s next suggestion, however, left her in a state she’d been in less and less over her years in school - surprised. Sojin’s flights of fancy were almost, ironically enough, routine at this point, but Eunji had never seen the appeal in joining her (and still didn’t, quite frankly). Losing control held little fun for her, and losing control was the entire idea of this outing. She frowned.

Sojin loved Eunji, deep down, even if she wouldn’t admit it so boldly. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing an alcohol blanket won’t cover,” the brunette reasoned, putting her makeup away to instead start hitching her skirt up just a bit higher, still not fully content with her outfit for the night. “It’s funny how you can cure broken limbs with magic, but no one’s ever taught us how to cure a hangover with magic, y’know?” Frowning at her reflection, the girl shook her head and turned to her bed, picking up a different top to hold it against her chest, once again distracting herself from Eunji’s heavy gaze. 

Even though Sojin knew that Eunji cared, the girl was often too free-willed to stick to any kind of stupid promises that meant her getting back before 1am, or only having one or two drinks, or even something as ridiculous as not hooking up with that cute boy that she’d seen in Three Broomsticks a few times before.

Eunji’s statement sparked a laugh from the Gryffindor. How endearing. Of course she wasn’t drinking it for the taste. She nudged the crate out from under her bed, crouching down to take a bottle out, appreciating the perfect weight of it in her hand.

          "Just because Butterbeer has ‘beer’ in the name doesn’t mean it counts, babe.” 

Holding out the bottle towards the other in a silent offereng, Sojin took a few steps forwards. Although a very uncommon proposition on Sojin’s part, she had still expected the other female to flat-out refuse. It had felt like a lifetime since the last time she’d seen Eunji drink, and Sojin wasn’t sure whether it was simply her imagination, but it was almost as if the Gryffindor Beater was more stressed than usual. 

“From psycho bitches to cute boys… This is definitely an improvement.”

taeyang flinches so greatly with surprise he almost drops his quill, a sharp line of ink cutting across the parchment from the movement. he mourns the lost work for just a moment, flicking the loose drops of ink from the quill before looking down to meet the eyes of the girl that was climbing up the stairs. she’s beautiful in a way that’s effortless, confidence echoing from her being in a way that makes taeyang almost feel sick. he just wants to toss his ink at her and just ruin the perfection for a moment leave to a place where her perfection doesn’t have to reflect on his unbalanced nature. go away.

“there is no way up from here,” he says softly, wary of disturbing the grey lady and a fair number of other ghosts. “the stairs are all broken, the place is only good for hiding when you want a smoke.”

                  Oh. He's the guy that usually hangs out with that Slytherin, isn’t he? 

The Gryffindor knew that she could be pretty sneaky, but considering the fact that she had been (quite loudly) aiming to escape from the view of a certain crazy psycho bitch, she hadn’t exactly popped out of nowhere, ninja-style. The girl’s gaze cast down towards the paper rested on the Ravenclaw’s lap, yet she smiled when she got to meet his eyes, enjoying his reaction a little too much. Continuing up a few more steps, Sojin pushed her sleeves up as if it would help her cool down faster (although removing her jumper would’ve been the wiser choice), still catching her breath after her escape. 

Just as she was about to part her lips to introduce herself properly, a soft tone fell upon her ears, and she hadn’t quite expected it. It was a complete polar opposite to the situation she had just been in, and Sojin welcomed it with a quiet huff of laughter. 

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Honestly, Xerena was dreading this. Of all the things she’s had to do for her brothers, this was by far the most embarrassing. Her youngest brother Max - or Maximilian - had just graduated a year ago and had had a fleeting romance with one of the students a year above herself. Sojin was her name. A Gryffindor if she recalled properly. Her brother had really liked her but as always he messed that up too, and now Xerena had to clean up after him, as always, by bringing back some trinket of hers that her brother had somehow ended up with. It was a bracelet. She didn’t know if it held any significance for Sojin but it did belong to her, it was only right to bring it back.

After sighing heavily at the note left in the package sent to her from Max, she headed out to the grand hall to see if Sojin was there. Nothing. She went to the library to see if she was there. Nothing. She asked a few Gryffindors if they had seen her but none could tell her where the girl was. Finally, when she hit the courtyard she finally found the older girl, going up to her and her group, not bothering to excuse herself or anything, she simply held the bracelet up as she butted in. 

Although short-lived, the pairing was intense, and the female couldn’t help but get upset when the boy began to distance himself before his graduation. They had exchanged gifts, secrets and confessions. Now Sojin only had the remnants left.                                                          ...Or at least so she thought, until a Ravenclaw suddenly appeared in front of her one day, effectively silencing the Gryffindor and those around her.

Automatically, the girl’s hand took the liberty of retrieving the glistening object, her brain only processing the Ravenclaw’s words a moment or so after she’d already taken the jewellery. Sparing a glance up towards the other female, Sojin tried to recall whose sister she might have been gifted such a present by. Seconds felt like minutes as the answer slowly came to her, a bittersweet smile making its home on her lips.